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.

their car, and they immediately caught sight of the

Sicard was frantic.

his intuition and stopped Anderson from

that even the Warden knew what was going on, there was no way this would be a friendly

remember all the kindness he had shown him and

are you all doing

faster than his feet

sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared

“Get in

immediately got in

walked over, his face

already past his 50s, his presence was still a

stifling one.

the Southern Territory for a month’s

swept his gaze across

terrible and displayed unpleasant expressions.

of the most horrendous training plans the Warden had ever devised.

Dark Mountain, they

skin removed from their body-and that was if they did not end up dead.

suddenly

soldiers immediately snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

lips, all 2,000 soldiers began

walked toward the hotel entrance.

bloke standing at the door,

the others were sitting on

drinking tea.

second-in-command, and several bodyguards

together silently.

Sicard glanced at Anderson’s face