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.

Lanecorp developed rapidly,

could she call herself Yora Yimmel if she

civilians of Zamri staring at her

her territory-pawns

not about to be blinded

Mr. Noon, the martial artist with a split mustache, she asked respectfully, "Are

heir to the Lord of the Southern Woods is strong, reaching Birthright rank next time. I can't really

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

reading her thoughts, 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

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me yourself he's in Norsedam, and that means he's after Baba Yaga. She's no angel... if anything, she might have had him

confidence relieved Yora