#Chapter 157 Not The Greatest Student

Charles I washed my hands quickly as George watched me with a tense gaze. "Your Majesty, this is Lt. Grace at the Midwest Outskirt Enforcer Base." I smiled. "Lt. Grace, odd for you to be calling me." "I was told that you were the person to call. My apologies for interrupting your evening. Lady Redwood is at the gate." I frowned and glanced at George. "Which Lady Redwood?" "Lady Tessa Redwood," he said. I leaned on the counter, considering it. George's eyes widened, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. "What is she doing there?" Who told her I'd been there recently? Who told her that I'd likely be there again sooner than I would be back at the castle. George slipped out of his seat and headed back into the dining room, where I could hear Eason speaking. The officer shrugged, a gesture almost audible through the line. "Lady Redwood wouldn't say other than to speak to you. She's determined. We tried to turn her away, but she's still sitting outside the gate." I smiled.