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.

that they wanted Anya. True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her

looked away from Anya to meet Daniel's

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

that Daniel knew he

Shaw, not when he needed

his eyes pleading. Think about what

air as the president slowly regained consciousness. The rhythmic beeping of medical equipment filled the room, a constant reminder of his precarious condition.

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

staff hovering nearby. A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising it to

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

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

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

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 respectful yet guarded. "It's good to see you

the pleasantries. "How much does the press know

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

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 secrets, one that had served them

well over the years.

the fire?" the president asked, his eyes

into his briefcase, pulling out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building

126. THE LEADER

device

a car. Despite the quality, the president instantly recognized them Mercy and Justin. His jaw

poor

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

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

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 it. That means he was still loyal to the

needed to act fast to regain