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

away from Anya to

where you should not can

that Daniel knew he was still in

couldn't afford to offend Daniel Shaw, not when he

over, Vincent stood. He looked at Anya, his eyes pleading.

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

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

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

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 him a

cleared, focusing on the pressing matters at hand. He

that he had calmed down. The

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

straightened, his demeanor becoming more 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

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 power and

well over the years.

escaped the fire?" the president asked, his

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

THE LEADER

the device to the

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 dismissive.

poor

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

from the room, leaving the president alone with his thoughts and the ever-present

Mercy and Justin's escape complicated matters significantly. Justin knew who he was. If he left just before the fire, there is a chance

act fast to regain control before