The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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.

tended to get superstitious.

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

cap, which

was an awkward situation for Gene when Frank suddenly questioned Tet's ability

not afford to insult, while the other man

up just then and messed up, it would leave

him,

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

"Hmph!"

coldly. "I've seen it. It's absolutely common for

nodded

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

"What?!"

to his feet at Frank's words,

tone was confident and showed no hints of

narrowing his eyes as he