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.

at work, but the rich tended to get superstitious. That

was under Tet's advice that Gene had bought plenty of property all

another feather on Tet's cap, which was why Gene held him in such high

for Gene when Frank suddenly questioned

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

then and messed up, it would leave a

for him,

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

"Hmph!"

it. It's absolutely common for a

Frank nodded but

it with a magnifying glass, you will notice a little inconsistency

"What?!"

to his feet at Frank's

confident and

was narrowing his eyes as he noticed that