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.

Anya. True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her

looked away from Anya to meet Daniel's cold

you should not can have a

he was still in love with

couldn't afford to offend Daniel Shaw, not when he needed to stay close to

at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think about what I said,"

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

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

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

nurse brought him a glass with a straw, he took a few sips,

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

Italian intelligence," he ordered, his voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of

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

intelligence chief straightened, his 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

the truth: that the president was not just the leader of the

well over the years.

the fire?" the president

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

THE LEADER

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 you,"

poor

intelligence nodded, understanding the unspoken command. He needs to track down those two people

president alone

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

to act fast to regain control before the situation got