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.

and they immediately caught

to his intuition and

knew what was going on, there was no

the kindness he had shown him and not rat him

are you all doing

voice traveled faster than his feet did.

of the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their faces when they realized it was

bellowed, “Get in

soldiers immediately got

walked over, his face devoid

was already past his 50s, his presence was still a

the Southern Territory for a month’s worth of Dark Mountain Special

his gaze across

of them felt terrible and

the most horrendous

Dark Mountain, they would, at the very least, emerge with a layer of skin

Sicard suddenly

immediately snapped to attention.

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

lips, all

Artoile walked toward the hotel

standing at the door, Bertram, made way

Nash and the others were sitting on the couches and drinking