Lord death is now back home

Chapter 32

Roger Jefferson gritted his teeth, and immediately got into his Porsche and drove away.

The old Jefferson house.

Henry Jefferson and others were forced to move back to the old Jefferson house because all the properties of the Jefferson family were sealed up.

The old Jefferson house had not been occupied for decades.

There was dust and cobwebs everywhere.

The Jeffersons, after all those good years, were naturally very uncomfortable living here.

"Damn it, it's all because of that Chris Shelby. Otherwise, we wouldn't be living in this damn place!" Patrick Jefferson, with a livid face, couldn't help but complain.

Felix sighed lightly and said, "Just bear with it. We will be fine again when our Pinkerton relatives come over."

When he heard this, Patrick looked at Henry and asked, "Grandpa, when will they come over from Pinkerton?"

At this moment, Henry Jefferson was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed.

What happened to the Jefferson family this time was a huge blow to him.

In less than a few days, he felt he was ten years older.

Henry opened his eyes, and said impatiently, "What's the hurry? When they come, they will come!" Hearing this, Patrick didn't dare to speak.

"Vroom!"

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a rumble from the door.

"So, my East Coast relatives just live in such a crappy place?”

Roger got out of the car and looked at the old Jefferson house in disgust.

"Are you from Pinkerton? How come you were beaten?"

Henry looked at Roger, who had now a bruised nose and a swollen face, and asked curiously. Roger's expression changed immediately after being poked by Henry in the sore spot.

But Roger recovered quickly and said arrogantly, "Yes, I am from Pinkerton. My name is Roger Jefferson, and you should be Grandpa Henry? I heard a lot about you from Grandpa. He always talked about his unworthy brother.”

"You bastard!"

When he heard this, Henry's face turned ashen, "Is this how you should talk to your elders? Is this the way they raise their children in Pinkerton?"

"Whatever!"

Roger said with disdain in his voice, "I am just being polite to call Grandpa Henry, otherwise, you are simply nothing in my eyes. And if it weren't for you begging us, do you still think I would come to this place willingly?"

"You..."

Hearing Roger's words, Henry shivered with anger.

"Dad, you don't want to offend those people in Pinkerton! Or we're screwed!"

"He's right, Grandpa. Take it easy!"

Felix and Patrick hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded.

The two of them were afraid that Henry would do something impulsive in his anger.

If that were the case, then they would never have a chance to turn over in their lifetime.

Ugh!

In desperation, Henry let out a sigh of relief.

Literally, hares might pull dead lions by the beard. Henry now had lost his position and influence and such indignity was also expected.

Now a mere junior from Pinkerton dared to speak to him like that! What a humiliation was that? Henry had no other choices though - they needed Roger's help now.

When he thought of it, Henry simply shut up and didn't speak anymore.

When he saw how Henry had given in, Roger looked even more proud.

Losers were losers.

If it wasn't for his family, perhaps their East Coast relatives would starve to death in the future. "My father was just confused. Please don't take it to heart.”

Felix walked up and said with a pleasing smile, “I am Felix Jefferson. If you have any request or inquiry, you can ask me and I can make the decision.”

Roger Jefferson rolled his eyes and said, "Finally there's someone sensible in your family."