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!

you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you

waiting for your freak show!"

table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you guys really have to kick me

"You started it and they are just urging you to fulfill your promise, so why do

so he suppressed his anger and mumbled in a timid voice, "I'm sorry,

Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the arrogant Clinton Tucker? None of them could remember when Clinton

had

could he

did not concede, he would have to eat the

promise, it would irritate the crowd and they had thousands of ways

humble and timid was the only way out in order to

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

have his a*s kicked for being so cocky and pompous. His goal had been achieved now that Clinton

to learn from his mistake. It was just the beginning, something more miserable and devastating was waiting for him later. 1 Hence, Charlie started, "Since Clinton has apologized, I'll forget about the table-eating bet. It is Douglas's restaurant's opening ceremony today, let's not steal his