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

still waiting for your freak

table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

turned into an ugly shade of red and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you guys really have to

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

hung his head down. 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

was extremely startled to listen to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the arrogant Clinton Tucker? None of them could remember when Clinton was so

had no

could he

have to eat the table, which

and they had thousands of ways

timid was the only way out in order to dismiss the

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

the table, but he needed to have his a*s kicked for being so cocky and pompous. His goal had been achieved now that Clinton apologized.

was a 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. It is Douglas's restaurant's opening ceremony today, let's not steal his