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!

that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you want to break your promise again this

is still waiting for your freak show!"

slapped on the table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

"We're all friends, do you guys really have to kick

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

in a timid voice, "I'm sorry, I was being impulsive and agitated. Charlie, I'm sorry for looking down upon you.

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

Clinton had no

else could he

he would have

promise, it would irritate the crowd and they

was the only way out in order to dismiss the ridiculous

really force him to eat the table, can you? Let's forget about it, shall we?" 2 "Yes, he's right!

it was impossible for Clinton to eat the table, but he needed to have his a*s kicked for being so

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. It is Douglas's restaurant's