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.

it odd that they wanted Anya. True, he could not guarantee

looked away from Anya

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

that Daniel knew he was still in

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

his eyes pleading. Think about what I said," he urged softly before turning to

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

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

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

the president rasped, his throat dry and scratchy from the smoke he had inhaled. As a nurse brought him a glass with a straw, he took a few

subsided, the president's mind cleared, focusing on the pressing matters at hand. He needed information, and he needed it

of Italian intelligence," he ordered, his voice stronger now that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged

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

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

intelligence chief 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 a meeting. No specifics

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

well over the years.

escaped the fire?" the

intelligence chief reached into his briefcase, pulling out a tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building just before the fire broke out,"

THE LEADER

the device to

grainy image of two people hurriedly getting into a car. Despite the quality, the president instantly recognized them Mercy and Justin. His

poor

command. He needs to track down those

retreated from the room, leaving the president alone with his thoughts and

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

needed to act fast to regain control before the situation