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.

guarantee that the agency wants her for a good

away from Anya to meet

learn boundaries. Looking where you should not can

he was still in love

Daniel Shaw, not when he needed to stay close to gather

looked at Anya, his eyes pleading.

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

stood at attention near the door, their expressions stoic and professional. The weight of recent events

A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising it to a more comfortable position while admonishing him to take

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

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

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

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 respectful yet

waved off the pleasantries. "How much does the press know about

"We've managed to keep the details under wraps, sir. As far as the public

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 also the head of the notorious criminal organization known as the Dark Hand. It was a delicate dance of

well over the years.

escaped the fire?" the president

reached into his briefcase, pulling out a tablet. "We found security footage of

THE

the device

screen 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, his tone

poor

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

leaving the president alone with his thoughts and the

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

act fast to