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.

caught sight of the soldiers standing outside the hotel. Sicard was

should have stuck to his intuition and stopped Anderson

going on, there was

had shown him and not rat

all

than his feet

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

“Get in

soldiers immediately got in

walked over, his face devoid

past his 50s, his presence was still a

return to the Southern Territory for

gaze across everyone

terrible and displayed unpleasant

most horrendous training plans the Warden had

entered Dark Mountain, they would, at the very least, emerge with a layer of skin removed from their body-and

suddenly bellowed.

soldiers immediately snapped

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

left Sicard’s lips, all

toward the hotel

at the door, Bertram, made

the lobby, Nash and the others were sitting on