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 sight of

his intuition and stopped Anderson from leaving the

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

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

you all doing

traveled faster than his

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

“Get in

2,000 soldiers immediately got in

walked over, his face devoid of any expression.

the fact he was already past his 50s, his presence was

Southern Territory for a month’s worth

his gaze across

felt terrible and displayed unpleasant

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

would, at the very least, emerge with a layer of skin removed from their body-and that

suddenly bellowed.

snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

left Sicard’s lips, all 2,000

Artoile walked toward the

bloke standing at the door,

others were sitting on