Mark walked faster towards the elevator, his face turning pale. He looked around the hallway to make sure nobody was listening.
"Calm down, Zhao," Mark hissed. "I just left her place. Everything is fine. She has no idea what's happening."
"No, it's not fine!" Zhao shouted. "I'm looking at my screen right now. Someone bypassed my firewall. They aren't just looking at her accounts—they are tracking where the money goes."
Mark felt a cold chill run down his back. "Is it the feds? Are the police watching us?"
"The feds?" Zhao said, his voice trembling. "I wish it was the feds. I can hide from the government. This is bigger than that, Mark. It's a high-level security signature. The kind of tech you only find in the Pentagon. It's military-grade."
Mark gripped his phone tighter. "The Pentagon? Why would they care about some fashion house bank account?"
