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.

not guarantee that the agency wants her for a

from Anya to meet Daniel's cold

Vincent should learn boundaries. Looking where you should not

he was

afford to offend Daniel Shaw, not when he needed

looked at Anya, his eyes pleading.

rhythmic beeping of medical equipment filled the room, a constant reminder of

the haziness, the president took in his surroundings. The private hospital room was spacious, yet it felt confining. Security personnel stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and professional. The weight of recent

lot of activity from the medical staff hovering nearby. A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising it to a more comfortable position while admonishing him to

dry and scratchy from the smoke he had inhaled. As a nurse brought him a glass with a straw, he took a

initial commotion caused because he had woken up subsided, the president's mind cleared,

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

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

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

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

a hint of relief 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

well over the years.

escaped the fire?" the president

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

THE LEADER

device to

people hurriedly getting into a car. Despite the quality, the president instantly recognized

poor

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

alone with his thoughts and the ever-present security

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 a chance that he knew about

He needed to act fast to