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, the

she call herself Yora Yimmel

to see the civilians of Zamri

would soon become citizens of her territory-pawns who contributed

about to be blinded by the prospect

split mustache,

her ask the same question 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 time. I

at Mr. Noon's insight-that was not what she wanted to hear, as she only wanted

saying is that he's too important to kill, but he doesn't get to strut when I'm

tone

he's after Baba Yaga. She's no angel... if

confidence relieved Yora