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.

car, and they immediately caught sight of

stuck to his intuition and stopped

that even the Warden knew what was going on, there was no way this would

the kindness he had shown him and not

you all

faster than his

the source of the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their

“Get in

immediately got in line.

over, his face

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

of you, return to the Southern Territory for a month’s worth of

gaze across everyone

of them felt terrible and displayed unpleasant

the most horrendous training plans the

at the very least, emerge with a layer of skin removed from their body-and that was if they did not

Sicard suddenly bellowed.

soldiers immediately snapped to attention.

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

left Sicard’s lips, all 2,000 soldiers

toward the

bloke standing at the door, Bertram, made

were