My Substitute CEO Bride

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

intuition and

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

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

you all doing

than

looks of gloom immediately

“Get in formation!”

immediately

over, his face devoid of

was already past his 50s, his

return to the Southern Territory for

swept his gaze

felt terrible and displayed unpleasant expressions.

Dark Mountain Special Training was one of the most horrendous training plans the Warden had ever devised.

layer of skin removed from their body-and that was if they did not end up

Sicard suddenly

soldiers immediately snapped

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

commands left Sicard’s lips,

Artoile walked toward the

big bloke standing at the door, Bertram, made way

Nash and the others were sitting on the couches and drinking