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.

they immediately caught sight of the soldiers standing

to his intuition and stopped

even the Warden knew what was going on, there was

the kindness he had shown him and

are you all doing

traveled faster than his

and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their faces when

“Get in

2,000 soldiers immediately got in line.

over, his face devoid

past his 50s, his

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

his gaze

them felt terrible and

Special Training was one of the most horrendous training plans the Warden had

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

suddenly

immediately snapped to attention.

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

lips, all

walked toward the

door, Bertram,

the lobby, Nash and the others were sitting on the couches and drinking