My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1222

“Where’s Anderson Jones?”

Artoile clasped his hands behind his back as he spoke in that unfriendly tone.

“H-He’s probably in the toilet,” Sicard answered somewhat sheepishly.

Had Anderson gotten himself into trouble?

Artoilé scoffed. “Did he go use the toilets at the Empire Hotel?”

Given everything, Sicard’s title as a general would go to waste if he had not already figured out what was going on.

Anderson’s previous request to undertake the Empire Hotel had been

rejected.

The only reason he was at the Empire Hotel again was probably because he was there to cause trouble.

Sicard gulped. “W-What’s he doing at the Empire Hotel?”

“This had better have nothing to do with you. If not, I’ll kill you as well!”

Artoile huffed before he strode off, his bodyguard following closely.

Sicard returned to his room, grabbed a jacket, and hurried out as well.

20 minutes later, over a dozen patrol cars led a dozen trucks that each carried soldiers to park on the main road leading to the Empire

Hotel.

The roads were relatively empty today since the Empire Hotel was not

open for business that day.

and Sicard got out of their car, and they immediately caught sight of the soldiers

Sicard was frantic.

stuck to his intuition and stopped Anderson from

going on, there was no way

would remember all the kindness he had shown

are you all

than

turned to where the source of the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their faces when they realized it

“Get in formation!”

immediately

his face devoid

fact he was already past his 50s, his presence was still a

stifling one.

the Southern Territory for

swept his gaze across everyone present.

of them felt terrible

of the most

Dark Mountain, they would,

skin removed from their body-and that was if they did

Sicard suddenly bellowed.

soldiers immediately snapped to attention.

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

the commands left Sicard’s lips,

Artoile walked toward the hotel entrance.

the door, Bertram, made

and the others were sitting on the couches

drinking tea.

and several bodyguards stood

together silently.

Artoile and Sicard glanced at Anderson’s face which was still