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

hard, yet Max could effortlessly surpass

not

supporting role in

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

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

had already devoured his heart, its mouth

friend, he should consider his friend’s feelings and not be so possessive…

…

angrier the more he thought about

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

the hands of Mr. Martin and the others, only

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

more I think about it, the more mad

you want to vent

pinched her nose, saying, “Can I vent my anger? You’re just

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

seemingly simple

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

over the virtual assistant

Josh understood it well. Having delved into a myriad of challenging subjects, he was acutely

Stacy, hesitating. “I

was filled with

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

can go out and work, but I’ll miss

softly. “You have a sense of awareness. But if someone were to erase your