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.

situation ridiculous and felt the

so hard, yet

not fair at

for much… I’m just a supporting role in the

should give me something in return… We’re good friends after all… I’m not being greedy. I’ll never compete with him for

virtual assistant project. After all, to Max, the virtual assistant was just

on Darwin’s shoulders had already devoured

be so possessive… If he truly is a good

…

sofa, growing angrier the

“They prioritize their own

fell into the hands of Mr. Martin and the others, only

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

about it, the more mad

asked, “Uncle Max, do you want to vent your

nose, saying, “Can I vent my

items, particularly encompassing all the research endeavors I dedicated the first half of my

seemingly simple

authority. That means, if I want to take anything back, I

chimed in from the side. “Uncle Max, you can propose to hand over the virtual

Having delved into a myriad of challenging subjects, he was acutely aware of the painstaking

“I don’t want

voice was filled

endless hours dedicated to refining and crafting. Through years of companionship, every aspect of Stacy had acquired a sense of

“Master, Stacy can go out and work, but I’ll

smiled softly. “You have a sense of awareness. But if someone were to erase your system, you wouldn’t even remember who