My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 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?

Artoile 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.

Artoile and Sicard got out of their car, and they immediately caught sight of the soldiers standing outside the hotel.

Sicard was frantic.

He should have stuck to his intuition and stopped Anderson from leaving the premises.

Now that even the Warden knew what was going on, there was no way this would be a friendly exchange.

Hopefully, Anderson would remember all the kindness he had shown him and not rat him out.

“What are you all doing there?”

Artoile’s voice traveled faster than his feet did.

The soldiers turned to where the source of the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their faces when they realized it was the Warden himself.

Sicard bellowed, “Get in formation!”

The 2,000 soldiers immediately got in line.

Artoile walked over, his face devoid of any expression.

Despite the fact he was already past his 50s, his presence was still a stifling one.

“All of you, return to the Southern Territory for a month’s worth of Dark Mountain Special Training!”

Artoile swept his gaze across everyone present.