Before I could reply, my phone buzzed again.

A second message appeared: *I have the primary security bypass keys. Stand by.*

I looked up at Marcus.

He was still staring at his device, but his brow was furrowed.

The green light on his screen suddenly flickered.

It flashed once, twice, and then turned a solid, angry red.

A low beep echoed through the quiet cabin.

Marcus tapped the screen quickly, his movements losing their calm precision.

“What is it?” Luca asked, his hand drifting back to his gun.

“There is a security breach,” Marcus said.

His voice had lost its steady tone, replaced by a cold edge of panic.

“The transfer is locked,” he said.

“The offshore accounts are being diverted.”

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and piercing.

“Elena,” he said, taking a step forward. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, backing away from him.

My phone vibrated violently in my hand, a third message appearing on the screen.

It was Sophia again.

*Assets successfully frozen. He is locked out of his own vault.*