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 standing outside the

Sicard was frantic.

have stuck to his intuition and stopped

Warden knew what was going on, there was no way this would be a friendly exchange.

all the kindness he had shown him and not rat him

are you all doing there?”

voice traveled faster than his feet did.

soldiers turned to where the source of the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared

“Get in

2,000 soldiers immediately got in line.

his face

past his

stifling one.

to the Southern Territory for a

swept his gaze across everyone present.

felt terrible

one of the most horrendous training plans the

Dark Mountain, they would, at the very

a layer of skin removed from their body-and that was if

Sicard suddenly bellowed.

snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

Sicard’s lips, all

toward the

bloke standing at the door, Bertram, made way for them.

others were sitting on the couches and

drinking tea.

the second-in-command, and several

together silently.

Sicard glanced at Anderson’s face which