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 agency wants her for a good reason. Why did he

from Anya

should learn boundaries. Looking where you should not can have a person's eyes

he was still

couldn't afford to offend Daniel Shaw, not when

his eyes pleading. Think about what I said," he

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

stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and professional. The weight

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

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 gibing him a

president's mind cleared, focusing on the pressing

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

ticked by, feeling like hours to the 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

the press know about the fire?" he asked,

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

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 the Dark Hand. It was a delicate dance of power and

well over the years.

else escaped the fire?" the president asked,

briefcase, pulling out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building just before

126. THE LEADER

the device to

a grainy image of two people hurriedly getting into a car. Despite the quality, the president instantly recognized them Mercy and Justin. His jaw tightened. imperceptibly. "Thank

poor

nodded, understanding the unspoken command. He needs to track

the president alone with his thoughts and the ever-present security

Justin knew who he was. If he left just before the fire, there is a chance that he knew about it. That means he was still loyal to the Shaw family. This means

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