Eva sat inside the White House, her dignified, composed face creased with worry.
She was the new president, the former president's daughter, and a former model. After her father was elected, she entered politics and became the First Daughter. Since her stepmother disliked socializing and knew nothing about politics, Eva had practically been doing the First Lady's job.
She accompanied her father on foreign visits or represented him on important trips to maintain their international relations.
As a model-born socialite skilled at networking, she moved through political circles like a fish in water, constantly gaining prestige and exposure through various international affairs. She also frequently handled routine state matters, serving as her father's adviser and even his assistant.
After several years, she had long become familiar with the rules of politics.
In this election, having accumulated enough prestige and backed by the resources her father had built up, she took over his mantle by an overwhelming margin and moved into the White House.
But the current global situation was extremely troublesome.
The emergence of Controlled Nuclear Fusion Technology was reshuffling the world economy and global order.
Since Huaxia successfully landed people on the moon and the Ant Army Group announced that it had successfully developed Helium-3 resources, Huaxia had become the global leader in technology. Though they were unwilling to admit it, they had fallen half a step behind.
Perhaps more than half a step.
On the desk before her were satellite images of the Flying Ant Aerospace Center sent by the intelligence agency. This gigantic creation was advanced enough for them to deploy the space-based weapons platform, Falcon, in space.
The Ant Army Group was far more troublesome than they had imagined.
"Nick, how is the progress on Controlled Nuclear Fusion Technology?" Eva asked, looking at Nick.
Nick and