My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1213

The old man with glasses looked up at the man with slicked-back hair, puzzled. "Didn't we already book Glory Hotel? Why are we suddenly booking the Empire Hotel?"

The man with slicked-back hair chuckled awkwardly. "You said you couldn't attend the Southern Martial Alliance celebration back then, so we booked the Glory Hotel. But since you suddenly changed your mind, the Glory Hotel is naturally unfitting for you."

"How absurd. This is a five-star hotel. How isn't enough? Are you looking for a palace?" Artoile Golde glared.

Sicard Danse smiled and replied, "It's just to avoid making you feel uncomfortable!"

"Uncomfortable? When have I ever complained when sleeping in a dead man's pit? Have I ever complained when sleeping in an air raid shelter or the desert?"

Artoile lost interest in the game. He stood up and walked to the couch with his hands behind his back.

Anderson Jones held his breath. He regretted reporting this matter in front of the general. If he had completed the task, everything would have been fine.

However, since he had not, what would the general think? Would he think the Southern Territory to be incompetent? That they could not even secure a single hotel?

Sicard glared at Anderson fiercely. "You useless piece of trash. How did you fail to even handle such a small matter?”

Anderson straightened up and endured the scolding.

In their hierarchy, higher-ranking officials had more authority. Being the colonel and the one who promoted Anderson, Sicard was not the one whose dignity was threatened by scolding him.

Anderson whispered, "Mr. Sicard, the person who bought the Empire Hotel doesn’t even have an ounce of respect for us."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Sicard glanced at the Warden sitting on the couch drinking tea and lowered his voice. "What do you mean?"

Anderson covered his mouth and began to speak in a hushed tone. A frosty expression appeared on Sicard's face.

"What conversation is it that I’m not allowed to listen to?" Artoile asked as he sipped his tea, casting a sharp gaze at the two.

Feeling the piercing gaze, the two immediately straightened up.

"Report, Anderson is experiencing a stomach ache and needs to use the restroom!"

"Yes, sir!" Anderson saluted with a standard military salute before turning and leaving.

…

At the Empire Hotel, Yellow Crane, who joined the meeting, was yawning incessantly.

Eric tapped his fingers on the table and suddenly said, "Do you think there'll be Profound Oriental Realm experts in the Southern Martial Alliance?"

Everyone immediately shivered. After their discussion, they believed that as long as there were no more than 20 Mystique Loyalty Realm experts in the Southern Martial Alliance, the seven of them would be able to handle them easily.

When Eric mentioned the Profound Oriental Realm, however, everyone began to worry.

On the surface, the Mystique Loyalty Realm was considered the ceiling of the martial world. Above the Mystique Loyalty Real, however, was the Profound Oriental Realm, which was beyond the martial world. Those at that level were akin to heavenly beings.

At this moment, Regulus spoke up, "Enemies may come from all directions, but we're not afraid. I was actually hoping to encounter a Profound Oriental Realm expert to test my skills!"