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!

yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you want to break

Everyone is still waiting for your

the table

your act now!"

red and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you

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

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

startled to listen to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the

had

else could

would have to eat the table, which was absolutely

and they had thousands of

was the only way out in order

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 lunch! Let's

have his a*s kicked for being so cocky and pompous. His

limit to his cockiness. This lesson was not enough for him 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.