The First Heir

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.

Jensen’s death was also notified to some of his close

main hall, Philip stood in front of the memorial shrine with

both sides of the main hall, the six Aces stood with solemn

legendary Seven Aces of

aren’t you kneeling and

the entrance of the main hall, a rebellious male voice was

generation of the Jensen family, Crawford’s eldest grandson, had an angry chill on his face. He pointed at Philip who was inside

be standing in front of his great-grandfather’s shrine with his hands behind his back in such an

saw seven or eight people hastily stepping in through the

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

stepped forward, wanting to greet Philip

shook

at Philip before walking to the memorial shrine and paying respects to the old master. He then led the rest of the descendants to pay their respects before turning

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

going to apologize to Young Master

Jensen immediately stepped out and bent down to apologize,

else about this trivial matter. “Tonight, your

“Yes, Young Master Clarke.”

into the hall, waiting for the condolences from