Female Novel
Chapter 192
Chapter 192
Previously, Henry Jefferson was the one who represented the East Coast Jefferson family at the
celebrations on the Day of the Dead. But now he was paralyzed and was in a nursing home, Felix was
dead, and Neil was in jail, and the only person who seemed qualified to represent their family had to be
John.
John said in the car, "When we arrive, let's visit your great-grandpa's graveside first."
"Sounds great!" Of course, Chris and Esther did not refuse this proposal.
After a two-hour drive, the group of them finally came to Jeffersbourg.
At this time, the village entrance became crowded. They all came here to welcome John and others.
The fact that the Jefferson family became the first family on the East Coast had reached Jeffersbourg.
Everyone wanted to flatter John, hoping to get themselves some benefits.
"John, nice to see you here!" John got out of the car, and an aged man with gray hair and a canenovelbin
walked over.
The man was the oldest person in Jeffersbourg, his name was Peter Jefferson, and he was one
hundred years old.
Everyone respected him and called him "Grandpa Peter!"
Rumor had it that the Jefferson family had a secret passed down from generation to generation. And it
was kept by the most senior elderly in the Jefferson family, no one else!
John hurriedly walked over, holding Peter's hand with both of his, and he said, "Grandpa Peter, I
appreciate your warm greetings and welcome. I'm honored!"
Peter squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's my pleasure. You are now the chairman of the Chester Group,
a celebrity in the Jefferson family, and I must show you my cordial hospitality."
"Grandpa Peter, let me introduce - this is my daughter Esther, and this my son-in-law Chris Shelby."
John immediately pointed at Chris and introduced the couple.
Five years before, Chris left the day after his big wedding, so he never came to Jeffersbourg.
Peter glanced at Chris and said with a meaningful smile, "You are a character, son, with a temperament
is like surging waves!"
Chris was stunned. Grandpa Peter was no ordinary man!
Chris smiled, "Grandpa Peter, I am flattered. I am just an ordinary man."
Peter smiled and said nothing.
Subsequently, Chris and others entered Jeffersbourg.
Most of buildings here looked historic and somewhat outdated.
Based on John's introduction, the villagers of Jeffersbourg were descendants of Manson Jefferson, the
Boxing Grand Master. But it was hard to track whether that was true over time.
People of Pinkerton's Jefferson family used to return here on Day of the Dead to pay their respects.
Now that Chris had eliminated all of them, it had become impossible for them to show up for these
events.
In the middle of the village, there was a building of blue bricks and black tiles, which looked quite
imposing, and it was the best house around here. That was Jeffersbourg's ancestral hall!
At this moment, the ancestral hall was crowded with people, and everyone was not solemn or mourning
but lively and joyful.
Day of the Dead was the grandest festival in Jeffersbourg every year - all the men, women and children
from here would gather together.
Chris walked over with Esther and saw a statue in the middle of the ancestral hall at a glance.
That statue wore a gold boxing championship belt from the late 19th century. Apparently it was the
Boxing Grand Master - Manson Jefferson!
The late 19th and early 20th centuries were the last glorious period of Amerosia Budo, and various
Budo masters emerged one after another.
But a hundred years ago, this glorious situation came to an abrupt end, and the entire Amerosia Budo
fell into silence.
Up until now, Grandmasters of Budo had become rare existence. And many of the current ones that
claimed to have reached the grandmaster realm were pretend-to-be!
Chris once asked his master - why was this happening? However, his master kept it a secret and never
gave an explanation!
At this point, Peter had already walked to the center of the crowd, and everyone present fell quiet.