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

yet Max

not fair

unconsciously, “I’m not asking for much… I’m just a supporting role in the lithography

not being greedy. I’ll never compete with him for control of the

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

shoulders had already devoured his heart,

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

…

sat on the sofa, growing angrier the more he thought

prioritize their own interests rather than the advancement and progress of

Mr. Martin and the others, only a select few would benefit from this

capacity to continue the research and development, and they certainly did not have enough engineers for subsequent installations. In the end, they would likely sell this

about it, the more mad I am…” Max

Max, do you want to

helplessly pinched her nose, saying, “Can I vent my anger? You’re just a child, and you

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simple solution. “Just take them

“Since the joint venture, they hold the encryption authority. That means, if I want to take anything back, I need

can propose to hand over the virtual assistant

well. Having delved into a myriad of challenging subjects,

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

voice was filled with

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

can go out

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