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.

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

from Anya to meet

learn boundaries. Looking where you should not can have a person's eyes taken out,"

he was still in love

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

stood. He looked at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think about

The rhythmic beeping of medical equipment filled the room, a constant reminder of his precarious condition. As his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to

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

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 position while admonishing him to take it

throat dry and 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

up subsided, the president's mind cleared, focusing on the pressing matters at hand. He

voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of

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

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

details under wraps, sir. As far as the public is concerned, you were caught in a fire after a

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 them

well over the years.

the president asked, his eyes

out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals

126. THE

device

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, his tone

poor

head of intelligence nodded, understanding the unspoken command. He needs to track down

alone with his thoughts and the ever-present

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 a chance that he knew about

to act fast to