Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Mr. Martin became even more agitated when he realized that Max had gathered a considerable number of followers.

Max could leave on his own, but taking so many people with him was out of the question.

Pointing at the large group of people, Mr. Martin asked, “What are all of you doing? Why don’t you return to your positions? Don’t you want to receive your salary this month?” Unexpectedly, these people refused to comply.

“Haha, how amusing! You're not the one paying us!” “You came here as part of a joint venture, and as soon as you arrived, you claimed ownership of our laboratory. Are you willing to split your salary with us?” “We operate on different salary systems. Our pay comes from the state, and you have no right to threaten us.” No one paid any heed to Mr. Martin's demands, leaving him with a grim expression.

“You need to think this through. If you stay here, you'll have a stable job. The company might even provide additional bonuses, effectively giving you two incomes.” “If you go with Max, he might not be able to sustain his operations. Without financial support, he could face bankruptcy next year.” This mixture of coercion and temptation had its desired effect.

The wavering individuals hesitated for a moment before withdrawing from Max's team.

Max smiled.

Even a five-year-old child-like Lilly could tell the difference.

Is this foolish man helping Uncle Max filter out talents? Those who succumbed to persuasion after just a few words would prove untrustworthy in the future, like Uncle Max's good friend Darwin.

It's better to part ways now! Mr. Martin believed he had Max under control as he crossed his arms and sneered.

How old is Max? He's still too inexperienced.

Max, a foolish young man who lacks understanding and fails to respect his superiors, thinks he’s impressive and incites others in front of the group to lure them away. Such feeble tactics! And yet, he still wishes to challenge me.

He knew how to make sure that Max returns everything obediently! Mr. Martin declared, ” | suspect that something's wrong with your invoice. These aren't legit!” He tore the invoice into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

“That equipment you claim to have purchased? Your words hold no weight, and the invoice means nothing. You need my approval to take them away!” Max was aware that Mr. Martin would do this, so the invoices he provided were all copies. He had already sent the original to his brother.

He responded coldly, “Mr. Martin, we reached an agreement and signed a contract yesterday. Are you attempting to terminate it?” Max retrieved the agreement.

Naturally, this agreement was also a copy, and he entrusted the original to his lawyer.

Thanks to Darwin, after being betrayed by a close friend, Max learned how to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Martin took the agreement, glanced at it, and tore it. He exclaimed, “What agreement is this? The agreement you tricked us into signing is a fraud, do you understand? Do not act impulsively, young man. | hereby declare this agreement null. Let us discuss matters again! You cheated us first, your actions are shameless and illegal! However, due to your contributions to our laboratory, | will not pursue the matter further and will be willing to negotiate it with you again. That's it.” Mr. Martin desired the original document and instructed, “Mr. Young, get me some people and take Max to the office!” “They have stolen items from the laboratory while we were not paying attention. They're sly and detestable. They managed to acquire the original invoice. Let's investigate how they forged it and report the matter to the authorities!” Lilly was speechless.

Everyone was silent.

Max's heart turned cold. He had thought they were shameless, but their audacity surpassed his expectations.

How could he tear the contract? Several security guards hurriedly approached and said, “We're sorry, Mr. Max!” In the past, they held great respect for Max because the directors valued her highly.

However, with the director gone, Mr. Martin held the ultimate authority, and naturally, they had to side with him.

It seemed that Max was on the verge of being taken away.

Lilly rolled up her sleeves angrily.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound reverberated through the air...

A helicopter roared overhead and landed in the open area in front of the gate.

Everyone below was dumbfounded, realizing that someone with a powerful influence had arrived since they could fly a helicopter here.

The helicopter touched down, causing the grass to sway violently.

Atall man in a black suit and sunglasses descended from the helicopter. His expression was cold and stoic.

His hair was slicked back, and the wind tousled his tie and suit jacket, while his polished leather shoes gleamed... It was undeniably impressive and exuded a sense of coolness.

“Let's see who dares to lay a finger on him!” Blake coldly proclaimed.

Lilly's eyes widened and gaped her mouth...

Wow, so cool! Daddy looks so cool! He had the aura of a distinguished figure.

Blake strode forward with purpose, emanating an icy demeanor that suggested he could take out an AK-47 any moment someone disagreed with him.

He approached Max, removed his sunglasses, and locked his cold gaze onto Mr. Martin. “Do you think you can lay a hand on Max and get away with it?” Mr. Martin stared at the approaching man in bewilderment.

He discreetly approached Mr. Young and asked, “Who is this?” Mr. Young also appeared perplexed. “Il don’t know... It's quite strange. I've never seen him before...” At their level, even if they had not met someone in person, they would have looked at photos just to be prepared and recognize important individuals.

But they were certain they had never encountered Blake before and had no recollection of him.

To be cautious, Mr. Young positioned himself behind Mr. Martin, took a photo of Blake, and urgently searched online while seeking guidance from higher-ups.

Eventually, no one recognized him.

In other words, was he pretending to be someone powerful? Mr. Martin sneered, “You're pretty good at pretending.” Mr. Young furrowed his brow. “Is Max trying to threaten us? This is such a childish act, he even went so far as to arrange for a helicopter.” Blake and Max were silent.

Lilly thought to herself...

Ah... | knew they wouldn’t recognize Daddy.

Countless thoughts raced through Blake’s mind.

He spoke coldly, “Mr. Brown, hand them my business card!” Layton and Arthur, who had been pulled into the situation all of a sudden were at a loss.

Arthur thought to himself...

Don’t look at me, I'm not the one being called.

Layton cursed in his heart...

Damn it, Patriarch, aren't you going too far? Calling him Mr. Brown meant pretending to be Charlie, Anthony’s assistant. It was a bold act.

After being absent from the story for many chapters, they made him do this right after he finally appeared on the scene.

Layton grumbled internally as he approached with a stern expression, holding Anthony’s business card.

It was a good thing he had Anthony's business card just in case...

However, before he reached the front, Blake snatched the business card from his hand, flicked his finger, and flung the card onto Mr. Martin's face.

“I'm Anthony. Open your damn eyes and take a good look,” Blake asserted boldly.