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

Sicard was frantic.

to his intuition and stopped Anderson from leaving

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

all the kindness he had shown him and

you all

than his feet did.

of gloom

“Get in formation!”

soldiers immediately got

his face devoid of any expression.

was already past his

stifling one.

the Southern Territory for a month’s worth

his gaze

terrible

most horrendous training plans the Warden

entered Dark Mountain, they would, at

removed from their body-and that was

Sicard suddenly bellowed.

immediately snapped to attention.

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

the commands left Sicard’s lips,

Artoile walked toward the

the door, Bertram, made way for them.

and the others were sitting on the couches and

drinking tea.

the second-in-command, and

together silently.

at Anderson’s face which was