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 the soldiers standing outside

should have stuck to his intuition and stopped Anderson

on, there was no way this would be a friendly

he had shown him

all

than his feet

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

bellowed, “Get in

immediately

face devoid

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

you, return to the Southern Territory for

gaze

of them felt terrible

one of the most horrendous

with a layer of skin removed from their body-and that was if

Sicard suddenly

soldiers immediately snapped

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

left Sicard’s lips,

walked toward the hotel entrance.

the door, Bertram, made

were sitting on the couches and drinking