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.

thought it odd that they wanted Anya. True, he could not guarantee that the agency wants her for a good

away from Anya to meet Daniel's cold

Looking where you should not

he was still in love

not when he needed to stay close to gather more

looked at Anya, his eyes pleading. Think about what I said," he

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

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

grimace, he attempted to sit up, prompting a lot of activity from the medical staff hovering nearby. A nurse quickly adjusted his bed, raising it

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 sips, the cool

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

that he had calmed down. The security detail exchanged glances before one of them nodded and stepped out of the room

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, his tone respectful yet guarded.

much does the press know

demeanor becoming more formal. "We've managed to keep the details under wraps, sir. As far as the public is

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 secrets, one that had

well over the years.

fire?" the president asked, his eyes

tablet. "We found security footage of two individuals leaving the building just before the fire broke out,"

THE

the device to the

president instantly recognized them

poor

nodded, understanding the unspoken command. He needs to track down

the room, leaving the president alone with his thoughts 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

act fast to regain control before