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

fair, not fair at

just a supporting role in the lithography machine project… Then the virtual assistant project should be

good friends after all… I’m not being greedy.

Max, the virtual assistant was just a “toy.” he invented. Why couldn’t he

on Darwin’s shoulders had

feelings and not be so possessive… If he truly is a good friend, he should willingly hand over the virtual assistant

…

growing angrier the more he thought

prioritize their own interests rather than the advancement and progress of

and the others, only a select few would benefit from this technology while

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

the more mad I am…” Max

“Uncle Max, do you want to vent

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

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

a seemingly simple solution. “Just

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

propose to hand over the virtual assistant to them, but with the condition that they grant you the necessary

may not comprehend the toil of dedicated inventions, but Josh understood it well. Having delved into a myriad of challenging subjects, he was acutely aware of the

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

was filled with

Through years of companionship, every aspect of Stacy had acquired a sense of sentimentality. Even as a

can go out and work,

have a sense of awareness. But if someone