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.

True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her for a

Anya to

not can have a

Daniel knew he was still

when he

Vincent stood. He looked at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think about what I said," he urged

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

yet it felt confining. Security personnel stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and

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 position while admonishing him to take

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

subsided, the president's mind cleared, focusing on the pressing matters

me the head of Italian intelligence," he ordered, his voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of them nodded and stepped out of the room to make the

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,

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

keep the details under wraps, sir. As far as the public is concerned, you were caught in a fire after a meeting. No

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 also the head of the notorious criminal organization known as the Dark Hand. It

well over the years.

else escaped the fire?" the

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

THE

device to the

recognized them Mercy and Justin. His jaw tightened. imperceptibly. "Thank you,"

poor

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

leaving the president alone with his thoughts and the ever-present

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 it. That means he was still loyal to the Shaw

bad. He needed to act fast to regain