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.

got out of their car, and they immediately caught sight of

Sicard was frantic.

to his intuition and

was going on, there was no way

remember all the kindness he had shown him and not rat him

are you all doing there?”

traveled faster than his feet

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

“Get

immediately got in

over, his face devoid of

fact he was already past his 50s, his presence

stifling one.

for a month’s

his gaze across

terrible and displayed

was one of the most horrendous training plans the Warden had

entered Dark Mountain, they would, at the very

a layer of skin removed from their body-and that

Sicard suddenly

soldiers immediately snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

left Sicard’s lips, all 2,000 soldiers began

toward the hotel

the door, Bertram,

lobby, Nash and the others were sitting on the couches and

drinking tea.

the second-in-command, and several bodyguards stood

together silently.

and Sicard glanced at Anderson’s face which was still