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.

immediately caught sight

stuck to his intuition and

there was no

remember all the kindness he had shown him and not

are you all doing there?”

than his feet

soldiers turned to where the source of the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on

“Get in

immediately got in

his face devoid of

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

Territory for a month’s worth

his gaze across everyone present.

felt terrible and displayed unpleasant

Training was one of the most horrendous training plans the Warden

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

Sicard suddenly

immediately snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

the commands left Sicard’s lips,

toward

standing at the door, Bertram, made way for them.

were