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 felt the

so hard, yet Max could

fair, not fair

I’m just a supporting role in the lithography machine project…

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

the virtual 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 heart, its mouth wide

possessive… If he truly is

…

angrier the more he thought

prioritize their own interests rather than the advancement and progress

Martin and the others, only a select few would benefit from

engineers for subsequent installations.

I think about it, the more mad

do you want to vent your

pinched her nose, saying, “Can I vent my

laboratory holds an abundance of items, particularly encompassing all the research endeavors I dedicated the first half of

offered a seemingly simple

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

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

not comprehend the toil of dedicated inventions, but Josh understood it well. Having delved into a myriad

hesitating. “I don’t want to

voice was filled with

now, had been the 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,

blinked and spoke. “Master, Stacy can go

if someone were to erase your