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.

superstitious. That was how Tet secured a

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

counted as another feather on Tet's cap, which

for Gene when Frank suddenly questioned Tet's ability in

side was a magister he could not afford to insult, while the other man was

and messed up, it would leave a bad impression

for him,

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

"Hmph!"

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

nodded

glass, you will notice a little inconsistency within that half millimeter crack. It's clearly a counterfeit,

"What?!"

his feet at Frank's words,

confident and showed no hints of

was narrowing his eyes as he noticed