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

hard, yet Max could effortlessly

not

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

return… We’re good friends after all… I’m not being greedy. I’ll never

Max, the virtual assistant was just a “toy.” he invented.

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

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

…

on the sofa, growing angrier the

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

of Mr. Martin and the others, only a

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

it, the more

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

vent my anger? You’re

the research endeavors I dedicated

offered a seemingly simple

head in response. “Since the joint venture, they hold the encryption authority. That means, if I want to take anything

Max, you can propose to hand over the virtual assistant to them,

comprehend the toil of dedicated inventions, but Josh understood it well. Having delved into a myriad of challenging subjects, he

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

voice was filled

now, had been the product of endless hours dedicated to refining and crafting. Through years of companionship,

can go out and

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