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. Do you want to break your promise again this time?"

is still waiting for

table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

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

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

He knew that he couldn't be easily spared this time, so he suppressed his anger and mumbled in a timid voice, "I'm sorry, I was being impulsive and agitated. Charlie, I'm sorry for looking down upon

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

had

else could

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

broke his promise, it would irritate the crowd and they had thousands of ways to humiliate

way out in order to dismiss the ridiculous

Clinton Tucker to apologize. Besides, you can't really force him to eat the table, can

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

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