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.

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

Sicard was frantic.

stuck to his intuition and stopped Anderson from leaving

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

would remember all the kindness he had shown him and not rat him out.

all doing

traveled faster than his feet did.

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

bellowed, “Get in

2,000 soldiers immediately got in line.

walked over, his face devoid of any expression.

already past his 50s, his

stifling one.

you, return to the Southern Territory for a

gaze across everyone present.

felt terrible

most horrendous training

they entered Dark Mountain, they would,

layer of skin removed from their body-and that

suddenly

snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

Sicard’s lips, all 2,000 soldiers

toward

at the door, Bertram, made

others were

drinking tea.

second-in-command, and

together silently.

Artoile and Sicard glanced at Anderson’s