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.

it odd that they wanted Anya. True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her

from Anya to meet Daniel's cold

where you should not

understood that Daniel knew he was still in love

not when he needed to

at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think

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

hospital room was spacious, yet it felt confining. Security personnel stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and professional. The weight of recent events pressed down on him, memories of flames and chaos flickering

to sit up, prompting a lot of activity from the medical staff hovering nearby. A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising it to a more comfortable position

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

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

Italian intelligence," he ordered, his voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of them nodded and stepped out of the room

president as he waited. His fingers twitched. He was itching to take action, to regain control of the situation that had so completely gotten 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

the press know about the fire?" he asked, cutting straight to

under wraps, sir. As far as the public is concerned, you were caught in a fire after a meeting. No specifics about the location

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,

well over the years.

else escaped the fire?" the president asked,

reached into his briefcase, pulling out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building

THE

the device to the

the quality, the president instantly recognized them Mercy and Justin. His jaw tightened. imperceptibly. "Thank you," the

poor

unspoken command. He needs to track down those

the room, leaving the president alone with his

a long moment, the president stared at the image on the tablet, 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 before the fire, there is a chance that he knew about it. That means he

He needed to act fast to