The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 126

Chapter 126: THE LEADER WAKES

The warning in Daniel's voice was clear. Vincent held his tongue, knowing he'd already pushed

too far.

"Do you even know what this is about? Or are you blindly following orders?" Daniel asked him

"I came out of concern.

"So, you mean to say you do not know what this is about, but you came to show concem? How brave," Daniel chuckled as he cut a piece of steak for Anya

"You should go back. In this matter, the government is the most dangerous place for me," Anya said.

This made Vincent frowIL.

"I will protect you," Vincent promised. His words seemed to anger Daniel.

"Will you protect her or follow orders? Your agency wants my wife dead; which way will you be turning?" Daniel asked.

"What does that mean?" Vincent asked with a frown.

"You followed orders that asked you to take her from a hospital while in a coma, and you still think you can protect her? Why would the government order that? They don't want me, my father or my grandfather; they just want to capture my wife, and you did not question this?"

still. Daniel asked. This made Vincent go

"Go back. In this story, the government is the enemy," Anya said.

that they wanted Anya. True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her for a good reason. Why did

from Anya

not can

that Daniel knew he was still in love

to offend Daniel Shaw, not when

over, Vincent stood. He looked at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think about

smell of disinfectant permeated the air as the president slowly regained consciousness. The rhythmic beeping of medical equipment filled the room, a constant reminder of his precarious condition. As his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights, he became acutely aware of the dull pain coursing through his

haziness, the president took in his surroundings. The private hospital room was spacious, yet it felt confining. Security personnel stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and professional.

to sit up, prompting a lot of activity from the medical staff hovering nearby. A

rasped, his throat dry and scratchy from the smoke he had inhaled. As a nurse brought him a glass with a straw, he took a

subsided, the president's mind cleared, focusing on the pressing matters at hand. He needed information, and

his voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before

out of his control. Finally, the door opened, letting in a tall, distinguished man in a crisp suit. "Mr. President," the head of Italian intelligence greeted, his tone respectful yet guarded. "It's good to see you awake. How are

much does the press know about the fire?" he asked,

demeanor becoming more formal. "We've managed to keep the details under wraps, sir. As far as the public is concerned, you were caught in a fire after a meeting. No specifics about the location or circumstances have been

both knew the truth: that the president was not just the leader of the country but also the head of the notorious criminal organization known as the Dark Hand. It was a delicate dance of power and secrets, one that had served

well over the years.

fire?" the president

his briefcase, pulling out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals

126. THE LEADER

device to the

recognized them Mercy and

poor

understanding the unspoken command. He needs to

the room, leaving the president alone with his

his mind racing with implications and potential consequences. Mercy and Justin's escape complicated matters significantly. Justin knew who he was. If he left just

fast to regain