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

away from Anya

Vincent should learn boundaries. Looking where you should not can have a person's eyes taken out," Daniel

understood that Daniel knew he was still in love with

when he needed to stay close to

eyes pleading. Think about what I said," he urged softly before

constant reminder of his precarious condition. As his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to

was spacious, yet it felt confining. Security personnel stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and professional. The weight of

medical staff hovering nearby. A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising it to a more comfortable position while admonishing him to take

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

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

had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of

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

the pleasantries. "How much does the press know about the fire?" he asked, cutting straight to

more formal. "We've managed to keep the details under wraps, sir. As far as the public is

crossing his features. "Good. Keep it that way." He paused, studying the man before him. They 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

well over the years.

escaped the fire?" the

"We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building just

126. THE LEADER

device

people hurriedly getting into a car. Despite the quality, the president instantly recognized them Mercy and Justin. His jaw tightened.

poor

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

president alone with his thoughts

implications and potential consequences. Mercy and Justin's escape complicated matters significantly. Justin knew who he was. If he left

bad. He needed to act fast to regain control before the situation got worse