Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

At this moment, Clinton felt like he wanted to die right there and then! 2

D*mn it!

What was going on!

He couldn't catch a break, could he?

How did he get repeatedly humiliated by Charlie the loser? 1

Never did he expect that the painting would turn out to be authentic and worth two hundred thousand dollars!

He had already given his word, what should he do now? Did he really have to eat the table? 3

That was absolutely impossible!

He could buy a new car after his car perished in the fire, but how could he eat a table? 3

He would really die if he did!

him, "Hey, Clinton, you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do

waiting for your freak show!"

the table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

turned into an ugly shade of red and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all

we?" Charlie chuckled. "You started it and they are just urging you to fulfill your promise, so

easily spared this time, so he suppressed his anger and mumbled in a timid voice, "I'm sorry, I was being

he really the arrogant Clinton Tucker? None of them could remember when

Clinton had no

else could

did not concede, he would have to eat the table, which

his promise, it would irritate the crowd and they had thousands

being humble and timid was the only way out in order

started, "Wow, it's not easy for Clinton Tucker to apologize. Besides, you can't really force him to eat the table, can you? Let's forget about it, shall we?" 2 "Yes, he's right! Forget about the table, we're still waiting for our

for Clinton to eat the table, but he needed to have his a*s kicked for being so cocky and pompous. His goal had been achieved now

just the beginning, something more miserable and devastating was waiting for him later. 1 Hence, Charlie started, "Since Clinton has apologized, I'll forget