The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Hugh pointed at Frank as he snapped, "Who do you think you are, Frank?! Every item presented here would've been appraised by a specialist. There is no way my vase is a fake! Or perhaps you think you're better than the appraiser Mr. Pearce invited?!"

"Hmph."

An elderly white haired man snorted audibly from the front row.

He was the appraiser Gene invited and a famous magister on the east coast.

Since he appraised every auction item before it was brought on stage while he stated an estimated value, Frank's loud protest was undoubtedly a slap to his face.

"Son, I'm Tet Boran of Ysalin, and everyone addresses me as a magister. I have seen that pure jade vase with my own eyes-there's no faking it! If you're trying to cause trouble, you've picked the wrong opponent!"

"What?! That's Magister Boran?!"

"That's Gene Pearce for you. He invited a magister!"

The man in white's words left everyone in shock-the man knew his antiques and modern articles, and was himself an elite martial artist well-versed in mysticism.

It was said that a businessman who had suffered endless losses made some changes to his ancestral graves at Tet's suggestion, and hit it rich by the next year.

one could say what principles were at work, but the rich tended to get superstitious. That was how Tet

advice that Gene had bought plenty of property all the way

feather on Tet's cap, which was

situation for Gene when Frank suddenly questioned

he could not afford to insult,

up, it

him,

vase pedestal, asking quietly, "Since you call yourself an appraiser, why don't

"Hmph!"

absolutely common for a vase as old as this one to have

Frank nodded

glass, you will notice a little inconsistency within that half millimeter crack. It's clearly a counterfeit, forged with

"What?!"

sprang to his feet at Frank's words,

tone was confident and showed

fact, Tet was narrowing his eyes as he noticed that Frank was