Chapter 810 Tomb Sweeping

• It had been over half a month since Jonathan Baxter's funeral, and the affairs of the Illuminati were nearing completion.
• Fedrick Arthur slumped wearily against the back of his office chair, exhaustion evident on his face. "Heaven and earth, why is it that other people inherit mountains of gold and silver from their fathers, while all my father left me is a mess?"
• "Whose fault is that? The Illuminati is your family's doing, so it's only natural that you have to deal with it now," Jean Rivera said from the couch, munching on snacks.