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.

get superstitious. That was how Tet secured a strong reputation and earned

Gene had bought plenty of property all the way in Zamri and brought him to

as another feather on Tet's cap, which was why Gene held

awkward situation for Gene when Frank suddenly

could not afford to insult, while the other man was his guardian

messed up, it would leave a bad impression

him, Frank

crack at the vase pedestal, asking quietly, "Since you call yourself an appraiser,

"Hmph!"

common for a vase as old

nodded

"But if you look at it with a magnifying glass, you will notice a little inconsistency within that half millimeter crack.

"What?!"

feet at Frank's

tone was confident and showed no hints

as he noticed that