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!"

As for the effect, only the buyer who uses it would know. And since no one

stating the starting bid price, the guests became even more

before, anyone who bought Frank's pill would end up a sucker and be laughed

on, Frank!" Hugh shouted just then. "Don't set the price yourself-let an expert, like Magister Boran right over there, do

magister would be able to offer something

is a god pill,

remember your

have wasted my time,

and Hugh traded grateful glances

that Frank would

the real deal. But a fake, some of

if it was

present would definitely want to have a