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!

teased him, "Hey, Clinton, you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you

Everyone is still waiting for

on the table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all

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

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

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

Clinton had no

else could he

not concede, he would have to eat the

irritate the crowd and they had thousands of ways to humiliate

the only way out in order

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

eat 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.

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