"What's the ownership of Black Cipher Ltd?"
Cho cleared his throat, hesitation etched in the lines around his mouth. "Black Cipher's a Matryoshka doll, Lilian. Shells within shells. But…" He pulled up a scanned document – a faded investor agreement from Steele's nascent crypto days. "Hold on, I think I've found something."
Lilian hurried to his position. "What? What is it? Show me right away!"
Cho isolated a buried file path. His screen dissolved into a loading bar, seconds stretching as the system churned. Finally, the document resolved, revealing not the expected agreement, but a meticulously obscured ledger entry: a high-value money transfer. "Got it," he breathed.
"What's this?" Lilian said, squinting at the glowing numbers, her voice tight with suspicion. "You said it was an investor agreement. This looks more like a specially hidden money transfer. Deliberately buried."
