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!

will eat the table if you lose.

still waiting for

on the table hard. "Hey,

your act now!"

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

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

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

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

had

else could

would have to

and they had thousands of ways to humiliate

timid was the only way out in

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 get

Clinton to eat the table, but he needed to have his a*s kicked for being so cocky and pompous.

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,