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 soldiers standing outside

Sicard was frantic.

and stopped Anderson from leaving the premises.

there was no way this

the kindness he had shown him and not rat him out.

you all

than his feet

and looks of gloom

bellowed, “Get

2,000 soldiers immediately got in

walked over, his face devoid of

was already past his 50s,

stifling one.

to the Southern Territory for a month’s worth

gaze across everyone

them felt terrible and

Special Training was one of the most horrendous training

Dark Mountain, they would, at the very

their body-and that was if they did not end

Sicard suddenly

soldiers immediately snapped to attention.

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

Sicard’s lips, all 2,000

toward

bloke standing at the door, Bertram,

the lobby, Nash and the others

drinking tea.

the second-in-command, and several bodyguards

together silently.

Artoile and Sicard glanced at Anderson’s face which