The Princess to Eight Uncles Chapter 676

After conveying this, the specter made sure to analyze the situation with Lilly, stating, “The harem spirit can venture outside. Despite lacking a physical form, her intelligence surpasses expectations and she can take charge in crucial moments.”

The harem spirit remained silent.

The cowardly ghost continued, “You can also allow the bridal ghost to join. Although she’s a resentful spirit, she has been training hard in the jar of souls and absorbing negative energy. With sufficient effort, she can level up. It’s perfectly fine for her to remain outside during the upcoming typhoon.”

The virtual assistant needed to adhere to good behavior and obedience, and the bridal ghost perfectly aligned with the virtual assistant’s persona.

“Tinkerbell can accompany them,” the cowardly ghost gazed at Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell widened her eyes, pointing to herself, “Me?”

The cowardly ghost replied, “Yes, once you’re out there, just answer whatever that’s asked, creating the impression of an entirely new and undeveloped virtual assistant.”

“Otherwise, people might wonder how Uncle Max developed the program so rapidly.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Lilly praised, “That’s a good point! Michael, you’re so considerate!”

The cowardly ghost beamed with delight.

The unlucky ghost felt resentful, he asked, “Don’t I get to go out too?”

The cowardly ghost pondered for a moment, “You can go, but just say that you’re under development, and about to be formatted as scrap if you’re malfunctioning.”

The unlucky ghost was speechless.

You are high-definition, you’re widescreen, you’re in 1080P!

The cowardly ghost could not help but chuckle. The ghosts had no other entertainment inside the jar of souls, so they found pleasure in teasing the unlucky ghost.

All of them were ghost generals, his unlucky aura would affect everyone except got himself and the other ghosts. So, they were not afraid of him at all.

Lilly asked with curiosity, “Michael, why can’t you let the unlucky ghost tag along?”

The cowardly ghost ruffled her hair and replied, “The laboratory heavily relies on your Uncle Max’s efforts. If something goes wrong or malfunctions, he has crucial tasks afterward that none of us can handle except him.”

That way, Mr. Martin and the others would experience a stroke of bad luck.

The unlucky ghost suddenly stopped complaining and smiled, saying, “Ah, I see. So, I have more important roles to play.”

The harem spirit looked at him sympathetically, realizing the unlucky ghost had no clue he was being used and was happily assisting in their schemes.

The rebel ghost shouted, “What about me?”

Josh coughed, “I think it’s best that you leave this matter… You tend to ignore orders. When someone tells you to go east, maybe you’ll end up wandering off on your own… You mustn’t reveal our secrets.”

The rebel ghost huffed, “Hmph.” This was…

During their discussion, Max gradually transitioned from being frightened to feeling calm.

He rarely returned home.

Aside from visiting his younger sister, they had never even seen their deceased relatives in many years.

Max could not help but break out in a cold sweat as he saw a group of ghosts all of a sudden.

He wiped his forehead and asked, “So… is everything settled now?”

The harem spirit, bridal ghost, and Tinkerbell all turned to look at him.

The harem ghost chimed in, “Master… Is there anything else you need us to do? Oh, by the way, I can wear silk socks…”

Max was stunned.

Perhaps it would be best if you stayed quiet!

…

For the past two days, everyone had been restraining themselves from making any big moves.

During this time, Max continued to go to the laboratory as usual, but he seemed less enthusiastic and active.

Upon hearing about this situation, Mr. Martin and the others thought about it as a silent protest.

“I think that’s all he can do for now,” Mr. Martin contemplated. “We’ve left him alone for two days, and now should be the right time to talk to him.”

“Have you been able to find who invested in him?” Mr. Young inquired.

Mr. Young shook his head, saying, “I don’t know what’s going on, but Max’s bank account is kept at the highest level of confidentiality, he’s a special user.”

Despite his extensive connections, Mr. Young could not gather any information about Max.

Anyone who tried to access his account would immediately encounter numerous barriers. It seemed impossible to investigate further.

He even asked Max’s assistant, who claimed to be unaware of such details, as did others.

“The only person who might know about Max is Darwin, and even he doesn’t have a clue… Why don’t we take a more cautious approach and avoid pressuring him too much?”

What if Max came from a powerful family?

Mr. Martin furrowed his brows. “It depends on Max’s actions… If he dares to do is sabotage his work and protest, he would have caused trouble for us long ago if he had a powerful background.”

Mr. Martin concluded that Max did not have a powerful background. Even if there were influential investors, they likely did not want to involve themselves in this matter.

After all, there was no benefit in antagonizing them on Max’s behalf.

Being giants in the country, no one would jeopardize their relationship with them for Max’s sake, especially when he was not their son…

Suddenly, Mr. Young raised a question, “But what if he’s the son of some prominent figure?”

It was not easy to acquire a house worth 100 million dollars.

Mr. Martin also hesitated for a moment before responding, “In that case, let’s try to find out.”

After all, they were not brainless villains, they were intelligent individuals.

At this point, they shifted their focus back to Max.

If he displayed a strong and unwavering stance, it would imply that he had a powerful background.

However, if Max showed a willingness to negotiate terms with them, it would indicate his lack of confidence and the need to make a choice.

After discussing it, they called Max in for a meeting.

Max soon arrived, walking with a black box in his hand that appeared quite heavy.

What surprised them the most was that he was accompanied by a child…

Lilly strolled through the corridor of the high-rise building, next to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, offering a panoramic view. She could see the strong winds blowing outside.

Although it was a coastal city, the sea could not be seen from there. What happened to her plan of watching the typhoon?

Seemed like she went off track.

Max smiled and pointed outside, saying, “That’s a typhoon. The wind has uprooted some trees… In coastal cities, people don’t enjoy looking at typhoons as they cause significant damage to people’s lives.”

“So, we shouldn’t view a typhoon as a scenic spectacle… If Lilly wants to see a real typhoon, Uncle Max can create a simulation for you when we get back.”

Lilly obediently nodded, saying, “I understand, Uncle Max. We shouldn’t have come to watch the typhoon.”

It felt wrong to find fascination in something that caused suffering for others. Lilly could not help feeling guilty.

Max pinched her little face affectionately, saying, “Uncle Max will be with you for the next two days. After all these years, I haven’t been going home or socializing. I’ve dedicated all my attention to the laboratory… It’s time to pause and reconsider.”

Lilly held onto Max’s hand, saying, “Yes! Let’s go, Uncle Max!”

Max suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable confidence.

With great determination, he led Lilly away to face challenges head-on!

As they conversed, they arrived at Mr. Martin’s office.

Mr. Young could not help but be surprised to see Max accompanied by a child.

Mr. Martin glanced at Lilly, pointed to a chair near the door, and calmly said, “Please have a seat.”

There were two people but only one chair and the chair was at the door.

This was intentional.