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.

it odd that they wanted Anya. True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her for a

away from Anya to meet Daniel's cold

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

that Daniel knew he was

Shaw, not when he needed to stay close to gather

He looked at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think

equipment filled the room, a constant reminder of

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 events pressed down on him, memories of flames and chaos flickering at the edges

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 more comfortable

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

subsided, the president's mind cleared, focusing

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

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

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

under wraps, sir. As far as the public is concerned,

paused, studying the man before him. They both knew the truth: that the president was not just the leader of the country but also

well over the years.

the president

a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building

THE LEADER

device to the

was 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," the president said,

poor

command. He needs to track down those two people in

leaving the president alone with his thoughts

escape complicated matters significantly. 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.

bad. He needed to act fast to regain control