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.

situation ridiculous and

so hard, yet Max

not fair, not

just a supporting role in the lithography machine project… Then the

something in return… We’re good friends after all… I’m not being greedy. I’ll never compete with him for

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 research

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

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

…

angrier

are so greedy,” he exclaimed. “They prioritize their own interests rather than

the hands of Mr. Martin and the others, only a select few would benefit from this technology while

not have enough engineers for subsequent installations. In the

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

you want to vent your

I vent my anger? You’re just a child, and you

the research endeavors I dedicated the first half of my

offered a seemingly simple solution. “Just

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

from the side. “Uncle Max, you can propose to hand over the virtual assistant to them, but with the condition that they grant you

well. Having delved

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

was filled

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

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

have a sense of awareness. But if someone were to erase your system, you