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.

True, he could not guarantee that the

looked away from Anya to meet Daniel's cold

you should not can have a

understood that Daniel knew he

Daniel Shaw, not when he needed to stay close

Anya, his eyes pleading. Think about what I said," he urged softly before turning to

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

room was spacious, yet it felt confining. Security personnel stood at attention near the door, their

staff hovering nearby. A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising

a nurse brought him a glass with a straw,

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

his voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of them nodded and stepped

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,

the pleasantries. "How much does the press know about the fire?"

details under wraps, sir. As far as the public is concerned, you were

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

well over the years.

the president asked, his eyes

out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building

126. THE LEADER

device

people hurriedly getting into a car. Despite the quality, the president instantly recognized them Mercy and Justin. His jaw tightened. imperceptibly. "Thank you," the president said, his tone dismissive. "That will be all

poor

of intelligence nodded, understanding the unspoken command. He needs to track

president alone with his thoughts and the

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

needed to act fast to regain control before the situation