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Chapter 686 Apologies, Your Virtual Assistant Has Malfunctioned

Darwin continued, "And if we're going to study, we need to study everything. With Max as an example,

we can't possibly fail. It just takes a little time to get everything set up."

"It's better to buy together than to buy separately. We'll even get a discount, saving us a billion."

Mr. Martin thought it made sense.

He decided that he would enjoy one of the rooms himself.

Then he would use one of the rooms as a model for clients to visit.

The remaining room would be reserved for Darwin's research, as three rooms were the minimum

requirement.

"Alright, get to work," Mr. Martin said.

Darwin nodded, but in reality, he was overwhelmed.

Max had provided him with this black box, which contained the infrastructure for three virtual assistants.

Now that the devices had been purchased, he should have been able to extract the three virtual

assistants and place them on three different spacious floors.

But for some reason, this simple task had taken him two whole days, and he still couldn't get it to work!

After copying them, the virtual assistants simply wouldn't activate.

They only appeared on the panel of the black box.

"Strange..." Darwin muttered to himself.

Mr. Martin immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Young stood by, observing, and asked, "Is there a problem? Should I assign a few people to help

you?"

Darwin shook his head, saying, "No need."

Many people had already been assigned to install the smart home system.

Now he just needed to extract the virtual assistants...

If he couldn't even do that, how could he let Mr. Martin and the others know?

Darwin feigned composure and reluctantly placed the black box under the main panel in the room. He

connected it and started operating.

Ding...

"Good evening, Master. I am Dahlia. Is there anything I can assist you with?" the virtual assistant's

voice sounded.

Harem Spirit was getting bored with her role, feeling a bit listless.

Mr. Martin wondered, "What's wrong? The virtual assistant seems a bit off."

Their state seemed off.

They lacked enthusiasm and seemed a bit fed up...?

Darwin coughed and lied, "I made some adjustments. I wanted to fix the bug that Max mentioned..."

Mr. Martin immediately interrupted, "Don't make any changes for now. If Max couldn't fix it, do you think

you can? Let's leave it as it is."

Mr. Young also chimed in, "That's right. It's just a minor issue. But if you mess it up, we won't be able to

ask Max to fix it."

Darwin nodded obediently, but he felt uneasy deep inside.

What did they mean by even Max couldn't fix it? He couldn't fix it either!

Now that the virtual assistant technology was in his hands, he should have the final say. Why was Max

still holding him back?

Darwin's competitive spirit ignited, and he pretended to be setting things up while secretly trying to find

the bug.

Meanwhile, Harem Spirit accompanied Mr. Martin on a room tour.

"Mr. Martin, this room has been prepared for you by Dahlia. This is a smart bed. If you need assistance

with sleep, Dahlia can provide it," Harem Spirit explained.

Ghost Bride stood nearby and shyly added, "I can do it too!"

Mr. Martin swallowed nervously, his face flushed.

"Let's try out the virtual assistant's functions," he said, glancing at Tinkerbell, who was playing with her

fingers in the living room.

Mr. Young understood and immediately said, "Mr. Martin, you've had a long day. Why don't you rest for

a while? If your wife calls later, I'll tell her you're working overtime."

Indeed, he was working overtime, and there were no issues at all.

Mr. Martin nodded.

Mr. Young closed the door and left.

Mr. Martin looked around the room with excitement.

This room was truly high-tech. Although it wasn't fully installed yet, Darwin had given it a test run. Now,

the "window" displayed a beautiful blue ocean, instantly transforming the room into a seaside view.

Harem Spirit and Ghost Bride stood on either side of him.

Harem Spirit, dressed in a seductive outfit, sat on the edge of the bed and began to entice, "Why aren't

you sleeping, master? Do you need Dahlia to help you sleep?"

Mr. Martin, with a foolish expression, looked him up and down while unbuttoning his shirt. "How would

you help me sleep? Do you have any special techniques?"

Harem Spirit hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

Ghost Bride raised her voice timidly, "Um, I have something."

Hanging herself with the rope, would that count as a special technique?

Mr. Martin's eyes lit up. "Very well!"

Ghost Bride promptly produced the rope.

Mr. Martin thought to himself, this is exciting! I never expected this!

Max, that little guy, didn't figure this out!

Harem Spirit suddenly felt a sense of opportunity and flashed a mischievous smile.

She approached Ghost Bride and gestured discreetly.

The time had come.

Ghost Bride held the rope, looking confused.

Harem Spirit spoke, "Why aren't you sleeping, master? Do you need Dahlia to help you sleep?"

Mr. Martin exclaimed in surprise, wondering why the exact words were repeated. He decided to say it

again.

After he finished speaking, Harem Spirit maintained the same smile and tone as before, "Why aren't

you sleeping, master? Do you need Dahlia to help you sleep?"

Mr. Martin furrowed his brow, thinking something was wrong. Did it malfunction?

He looked at Ghost Bride.

Ghost Bride held the rope and said coyly, "Master, do you need a special sleep service?"

Mr. Martin replied eagerly, "Yes, you come."

Ghost Bride, in a coy tone, repeated, "Master, do you need a special sleep service?"

So, no matter what Mr. Martin said, Harem Spirit always responded with the same line, "Why aren't you

sleeping, master? Do you need Dahlia to help you sleep?"

And Ghost Bride always said, "Master, do you need a special sleep service?"

Mr. Martin: I've taken off my pants, and you're showing me this?

He felt dissatisfied. Just when he was feeling frustrated, the virtual assistants malfunctioned at this

moment. He tried various commands repeatedly.

In the end...

Harem Spirit smiled and said, "Apologies, your virtual assistant is experiencing a malfunction.

Goodbye, master! Remember to come and find Dahlia soon! Dahlia is here to serve you

wholeheartedly!"

Ghost Bride added, "Ah... me too."

Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose from the heads of the two virtual assistants, followed by a soft click, and

they disappeared instantly.

Mr. Martin was left dumbfounded.

Mr. Martin was consumed by a wave of anger. He immediately dressed and went outside to ask,

"Darwin, what's going on? Why are the virtual assistants gone?"

Outside, Darwin was sweating profusely, feeling nervous.