Starting Today, I'm a Commissioner?

"So... was this related to the British? Or to those people?" Lin Yuan was somewhat uncertain.

As he gradually entered the circle where the highest powers played their games, he still did not understand all the twists and turns within it.

Those people naturally referred to the old-established conglomerates that rejected him, a Chinese American, from entering the top circles—such as the Rockefeller Group.

Major General Ross at Naval Submarine Base Bangor had previously arranged a potentially fatal route for him. That had been an expression of precisely this kind of will.

But Lin Yuan felt that no matter how much those old conglomerates hated him, they would not go so far as to openly arrange an attack during a Walk of Fame star ceremony attended by five hundred thousand people.

The impression it would create was simply too terrible. It was a complete violation of the bottom line, and once exposed, no one could bear the consequences.

There was no need. There really was no need.

Could it really have been the British?

Lin Yuan: ()

He suddenly felt that it was not impossible. After all, Britain's reputation as the world's troublemaker was truly renowned far and wide.

Betty nodded. "Yes, we suspect it was connected to the House of Grosvenor in Britain."

"Suspect? The House of Grosvenor?" Lin Yuan could only ask again.

Fortunately, he had Betty to guide him. If he had relied on himself, he probably would have found it very difficult to even sit at the table.

No, it should be said that he would not have had any chance to sit at the table at all.

"Then I'll explain it to you in detail," Betty said seriously.

She knew it was not just Lin Yuan who did not understand. The other women in the