The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The Yimmels traveled from Riverton to Zamri fashionably, with a procession of over twenty cars bearing their family crest.

It was an ostentatious sight, drawing the states of many pedestrians.

A few of them recognized the family crest and were left wondering why they would suddenly show up in Zamri.

Were they extending their influence here to Zamri? That did not make sense, considering the distance between Bralog and Riverton. While it was not particularly far, it was not exactly close either, with the state of Norsedam sitting between them. If the Yimmels were expanding their influence, they should start by heading to the closer city, Norsedam. Why start with Zamri?

While the pedestrians were busy pointing and gesturing and speculating at the grand procession, Yora Yimmel was laughing smugly, as she sat in the Lincoln limousine in the middle.

After all, she had done her homework.

The Three Bears of Zamri had previously kept the city beyond the reach of outside influence, but they had each fallen off for some reason.

Frank's involvement, which explained how Lanecorp developed rapidly,

Yimmel if she did not

of Zamri

of her territory-pawns who contributed their strength

be blinded

the martial artist with a split mustache, she asked respectfully, "Are you confident about defeating Frank

once more, Mr. Noon rubbed his chin and smiled. "The sole heir to the Lord of the Southern Woods is strong, reaching Birthright rank next

she wanted to hear, as she only wanted to know if he could stop

Mr. Noon smiled. "Don't worry, ma'am. What I'm saying is that he's too important to kill, but he doesn't get to strut when I'm

his tone turned

that means he's after Baba Yaga. She's no angel... if anything, she

Noon's confidence relieved