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 at

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

all… I’m not being greedy.

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

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

only fair… As a good friend, he should consider his friend’s feelings and not be so possessive… If he truly is a good friend, he should willingly hand over the virtual assistant project… That’s what

…

the sofa, growing angrier the more he thought

prioritize their own interests

and the others, only a select

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

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

asked, “Uncle Max, do you

saying, “Can I vent my anger? You’re just a child, and you still don’t

research endeavors

simple solution. “Just take them

That means, if I want to take anything back, I need their permission to

the virtual

understood it well. Having delved into a myriad of

“I don’t want to

voice was

product of endless hours dedicated to refining and crafting. Through years of companionship, every aspect of Stacy had acquired a sense of sentimentality. Even as a virtual being, she possessed the ability to evoke

blinked and spoke. “Master, Stacy can go out and

awareness. But if someone were