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.

and felt the world was

so hard, yet

not fair, not fair

not asking for much… I’m just a supporting role in

should give me something in return… We’re good friends after all… I’m not

was just a “toy.” he invented. Why couldn’t he give Darwin the fruits of his research during his free

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

As a good friend, he should consider his friend’s feelings and not be so possessive…

…

on the sofa, growing angrier the more he thought about

their own interests rather than the advancement and progress of human

the hands of Mr. Martin and the others, only a

the research and development, and they certainly did not have enough engineers for subsequent installations.

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

do you want to vent your

saying, “Can I vent my anger? You’re just a

research endeavors I dedicated the first half of my life

simple solution.

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

can propose to hand over the virtual assistant

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

at Stacy, hesitating. “I don’t want to hand

was filled with

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

“Master, Stacy can go out and work, but

if someone were to erase your system, you wouldn’t even remember who I