The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Sid Digger speculated, "Is this an air defense hole?"

Cynthia turned off the lights, and they were in total darkness.

She whispered in her ear: "Don't talk, watch carefully."

The author has something to say: So, what did they see?

☆、Chapter 2 Star Sea

Sid Digger turned on the air conditioner, "Why am I getting hotter and hotter?"

Cynthia explained: "This is already the biggest improvement. Before that, the room temperature in the entire observation area could reach [-] degrees."

Sid Digger turned down the temperature, "Celsius?"

After asking, she felt that what she asked was nonsense, even if it was Fahrenheit, the original room temperature was enough to steam them.

Flames slowly appeared in sight.

In the next second, flames filled the entire space.

Sid Digger subconsciously leaned back.

Cynthia took her hand, "Concentrate on it."

On the other side of the glass, the air twisted in a way that was visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Siddiger knew that, at that end, it wasn't just high temperature, but high pressure.

"What is this? Another form of fireworks?"

The firelight illuminated Cynthia's face, and she shook her head and smiled.

At this moment, countless bright things exploded in midair.

In an instant, the firelight was replaced by the light reflected by the crystals.

Siddiger couldn't describe what he saw. It looked like stars, but stars were meteorites, and meteorites could not appear in such a large place.

The crystals did not disappear when they fell into the flame, and the flame did not go out because of this, the two maintained a delicate balance.

By the light of the fire, Siddig saw that what she thought was a dark space was actually a wall made of graphite.

But now, the graphite is being consumed one after another, and the transparent crystals are constantly exploding.

The soaring light pierced the dark space, like a meteor, but it was not fleeting. The falling crystals piled up on the ground, dazzling the light.

Sid Digger took a deep breath and finally smiled.

"Diamond rain?" She heard her own voice, trembling, a little unbelievable, she said forcefully and calmly: "Graphite can form diamonds under certain conditions of high temperature and high pressure. This is probably the reason."

After the graphite is exhausted, the cold light source rises.

Under the illumination of artificial light, the brilliance of diamonds flows like sparkling water or boundless moonlight.

The space they are in is rapidly cooling down.

Cynthia opened the car door, "Come on down."

Sid Digger followed her down, and the glass door slowly opened after recognizing Cynthia's fingerprints.

Sid Digger squeezed her hand.

"I think," began Cynthia, "that you'll be a little happier to see that."

This was originally her wedding gift to Siddiger, but Siddiger's mood was too low recently, so she gave the gift to her in advance.

"Lots of diamonds," Sid Digger said.

"The purity and brightness have taken a qualitative leap," Cynthia said. "Although they are man-made, their beauty, I can swear to you, is definitely not inferior to any kind of natural diamonds."

She took Siddiger's hand and carefully placed a ring on her finger.

It was a ring inlaid with blood diamonds. Under the illumination of countless rays of light, the perfectly cut diamonds were radiant and dazzling.

"It is indeed very beautiful," said Siddiger, thanking her with a bow, "but I can also swear to you that its brilliance is absolutely incomparable to your eyes."

Cynthia kissed her ring-wearing finger, biting the knuckles bit by bit.

"Don't stay here," Siddig withdrew her hand. She couldn't estimate how thick the diamonds were on the ground, but she was sure that rolling on them would definitely change her face. She kissed the corner of Cynthia's mouth, " Let's go back to the car."

Cynthia bit her lip all at once, and held her in her arms.

The two walked towards the car in a very uncomfortable posture.

Everything was going very smoothly, Sid Digger had already undressed Cynthia, but a phone call interrupted them.

"Hang up?" Sid Digger asked impatiently, even though it was her phone.

"It's Sir Hyne." Cynthia replied breathlessly, throwing the phone over.

Sid Digger pressed the answer button, "Hello?" The voice was so strange that Hein on the other end of the phone frowned.

"Father, what's the matter?"

"Mother is back." Hein said.

Feng was supposed to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but he didn't know why he came back suddenly.

Very suddenly.

Sid Digger wanted to ask why, but out of politeness, she didn't make a sound.

"Your mother asked you to come back immediately, she has something to tell you." Hein said lightly, "Dorothy is here too."

Siddig took a few breaths and glanced at Cynthia with an innocent face, "We have to go back," she said imitating Hein's tone, "immediately, immediately."

Cynthia smiled helplessly: "Yes, sir."

……

They returned to the manor as quickly as possible.

There were only three people in the brightly lit hall, Eugene, Dorothy, and Hein.

Sid Digger had asked the maid what Feng was doing in advance, and the other party told her that Feng was resting in his room.

There were hundreds of photos scattered on the marble floor, and Eugene chatted with Hein over a drink, but it was clear that he didn't want any contact with her.

"Mother?" She saw at a glance that the photos were all about her, "what happened?"

Eugene took a sip of his wine, raised his chin at Dorothy, and said, "Ask her."

Dorothy looked at her nails quietly. She had nothing to say, especially after she knew the real wedding date.

"If you're talking about photographs, then I have nothing to ask." Sid Digger said, "Come upstairs with me, Dorothy."

"sister……"

"Be quiet, let's go up and talk."

Eugene frowned at her, "I never knew all these years of education could turn you into a Maria, dear."

"Because I wasn't raised by Rapunzel's stepmother." She pulled Dorothy up, "Let's go."

"Are you defending her?" asked Eugene coldly, "Sir Siddig?"

Sid Digger smiled, "That's obvious, Mother."

"Protecting her?" Eugene seemed to have heard a very ridiculous story, "are you protecting her? Protecting a disloyal secretary who sold your privacy for profit and nearly ruined your career many times?

Protecting a sister who nearly killed you by giving your driver chocolate laced with psychotropic drugs? You tell me, "she opened her mouth, her lipstick was a little stained and rubbed off the line of her lips," and you're protecting her?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels diamond, little angel Tangyuan, and little angel Nanke for their mines.

☆、Chapter 3 stepdaughter

Siddig was taken aback for a moment, her hand was thrown away by Dorothy.

"See? My lovely Cinderella," Eugene sneered.

Hai En sat on the sofa on one side and drank Darjeeling black tea slowly, as if he had nothing to do with him.

"Be quiet for a while," Feng's voice came from above, "I'll talk about the chocolate thing later, Dorothy, come up." She glanced at Sid Digger and Cynthia, "You are down here, listen to your words carefully Parents tell stories."

Dorothy walked up without a word.

Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, making her look vulnerable and innocent.

But Eugene seemed to have seen the scene where Bisiya and Hein's fingers were intertwined back then, and she was the same, without any jewelry, with loose blond hair, pure, innocent, and innocent.