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 Sicard got out of their car, and they immediately caught sight

should have stuck to his intuition and

going on, there was no way this

kindness he had

are you all

faster than his feet

was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their faces when they

bellowed, “Get in

soldiers immediately got in line.

walked over, his face devoid

past his 50s, his presence was still a

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

gaze across

felt terrible and displayed unpleasant

Training was one of the most horrendous training plans

at the very least, emerge with a layer of skin removed from their

suddenly

immediately snapped

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

lips, all 2,000 soldiers began jogging.

Artoile walked toward the hotel

bloke standing at the door, Bertram, made way

the others were sitting on the couches