The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 1307

That night, all three generations of Jensen family members arrived in Doverton.

The temperature in Doverton tonight was exceptionally cold.

The entire city was basked in a stern chill!

Tundra Villa, Doverton. After the death of Old Master Jensen, his body was transported here. With just a memorial shrine, everything was very simple!

The Jensen family members poured in from Uppercreek and the capital city, all dressed in plain clothes.

To avoid unnecessary trouble and speculation from the outside world, all members of the Jensen family were given secret orders—no one was allowed to dress for mourning!

One after another, ordinary cars stopped at the entrance of the villa.

The current head of the Jensen family, Crawford Jensen, was the first to arrive at Tundra Villa along with his three sons and two grandsons.

After entering the manor and verifying his identity, Crawford, with a face full of seriousness, hurriedly led his family to the main hall of the manor to pay homage to the old master.

He needed to be here. As the eldest son, he had to receive the guests who were on their way here.

death was also notified to some of his close friends

main hall, Philip stood in front of the memorial

main hall, the six Aces stood with solemn

legendary Seven Aces of the national martial arts world

you kneeling and

main hall, a rebellious male voice

chill on his face. He

someone to be standing in front of his great-grandfather’s shrine with his

around, and saw seven or eight people

of the Jensen family, Crawford Jensen, laid eyes on Philip, he immediately turned his head to reprimand his eldest grandson, “Shut

Crawford hurriedly stepped

Philip shook his

led the rest of the descendants to pay

at the young man hiding behind Crawford. He was only in his 20s, and his eyes were red at the

you going to apologize to Young Master

immediately stepped out and bent down to apologize,

nodded, not saying anything else about this trivial matter. “Tonight, your Jensen family calls the shots. Just treat me as

“Yes, Young Master Clarke.”

into the hall, waiting for the condolences

stealing glances at Philip from time to time, muttering in low