Yu Lian fell silent for a moment.
Of course, he could sense that Chairman Maxwell's attitude toward him had shifted from cooperation and support to a strictly businesslike partnership. Even old Dad Paris, whom he considered family, seemed to have become a little less genuine, despite their frequent calls and their habit of trading jabs and asking after various members of parliament's mothers.
Yu Lian desperately hoped he was imagining things, but the transfer orders for the Titan and the Rosers family had inevitably stirred up all kinds of speculation.
So he tried to convince himself that the old marshal was, after all, in that position now. The people he most needed to spend time dealing with weren't soldiers, but bureaucrats and politicians—not to mention the media. He was, in truth, caught between a rock and a hard place.
He was an old man nearing a hundred, still having to match wits with enemies seen and unseen in the halls of power. This wasn't the work he was best at, but he was still doing his utmost.
He was also a former superior who had helped and favored Yu Lian in many ways. Both his past achievements and his character earned Yu Lian's respect.
Yu Lian felt that if he wanted to remain a decent person, he couldn't assume the worst about what the old man was thinking.
Feifei was smart too. She knew when to stop and didn't press the matter any further.
"Actually, Member of Parliament Vurota didn't make this suggestion solely because of political infighting. He may represent some of the Prosperity Party's wishes, and the doubts certain bigwigs have about you, but he also genuinely wants to help his old workplace. You know, Fish, Member of Parliament Vurota used to be the director of the Mars