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.

he could not guarantee that the agency wants her for a

away from Anya to meet

should learn boundaries. Looking where you should not can have a

that Daniel knew he was still in love with

afford to offend Daniel Shaw, not when he

eyes

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 fluttered open, adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights, he became acutely aware of the dull pain

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 at

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

brought him a glass with

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

that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before

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

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

"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 the Dark Hand. It was a delicate dance of power and secrets, one that had served

well over the years.

the fire?" the president asked,

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

126. THE

device to the

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

poor

needs to track

the room, leaving the president alone with his

he left just before the fire, there is a chance that he knew about it. That means

to act fast to regain control before the situation got