The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Hugh twirled a finger around his temple, sneering. "Are you some sort of demigod? The Jade Marrow Pill, you say? You could just call it the god pill if you like!"

"Hahaha!"

Many of the guests present laughed at the moniker.

The god pill? It sounded like something a street con man would call their merchandise, claiming their pills granted superstrength, immortality, and immunity to poison. In reality, it was just vitamin pills.

Obviously, no one believed what Frank was saying about his Jade Marrow Pill, as they were all experienced-trying to trick them was just asking to be humiliated.

"Shit, and here I thought we peaked with Hugh Turnbull's fake vase."

"Yeah... And now we have a snake oil salesman. This charity auction is killing me."

"Come on. Maybe the pill actually works?"

"Hahaha... You almost got me right there!"

long while before saying quietly, "I'm not lying-I refined this pill with a jade marrow. As for the effect, only the buyer who uses it would know. And since no one believes me, I'll just sell it at

stating the starting bid price, the guests became even

who bought Frank's pill would end up

shouted just then. "Don't set the price yourself-let an expert, like Magister Boran right over

magister would be

god pill, then you

remember your name

you're proven to have wasted my

traded grateful

think that Frank would sell such a ridiculous

was the real deal. But

if it was

want to have