Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

To Max’s surprise, he received a call from Darwin.

Moreover, Darwin seemed to pretend to be confused as he asked the question.

Max’s voice turned cold as he replied, “Darwin, don’t you know what’s going on?”

With that, he abruptly ended the call.

On the other end, Darwin felt deeply unsettled.

Did Max know something?

Or was this some kind of joke?

He was not the only one who had been to Max’s house…

Darwin recalled the countless discussions he had with Max, where they delved into various topics. Frankly speaking, Max was a great friend to him.

When talking to others, either they could not grasp what he was talking about. So, he could not engage in a meaningful conversation with anyone else…

Only Max truly understood him, and he reciprocated that understanding. The bond between them was genuine.

But…

Darwin thought about another aspect.

During numerous moments of recognition, Max stood on stage, offering unique insights into projects and speaking eloquently.

While surrounded by reporters, Max basked in the limelight, while Darwin remained in the shadows.

Especially now, with Max possessing the core data of the laboratory, not to mention being the master of the lithography machine, he could even create a virtual assistant for entertainment.

Darwin laughed bitterly.

the situation ridiculous and felt

so hard, yet Max

not fair

a supporting role in

after all… I’m not being greedy. I’ll never compete with him for control of the lithography machine’s

project. After all, to Max, the virtual assistant was just a “toy.” he invented. Why couldn’t he give Darwin the fruits of his research

malignant spirit perched on Darwin’s shoulders had already devoured his heart,

feelings and not be so possessive… If he truly is a good friend, he should willingly hand over the virtual assistant project…

…

sofa, growing angrier the

so greedy,” he exclaimed. “They prioritize their own interests rather than the advancement and

others, only

not have enough engineers for subsequent installations. In the end, they would likely sell this project multiple times to foreign research

I think about it, the more mad I am…” Max ruffled

asked, “Uncle Max, do you want

vent my anger? You’re just a child, and

the research endeavors

offered a seemingly simple solution. “Just take

venture, they hold the encryption authority. That means, if I

over the virtual assistant to them, but with the condition that they grant you the

Having delved into a myriad of

looked over at Stacy, hesitating. “I

was

of companionship, every aspect of Stacy had acquired a sense of sentimentality. Even as a virtual being, she possessed the ability to

go out and work, but I’ll

sense of awareness. But if someone were to erase your system, you wouldn’t