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!

said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you

is still waiting for your freak show!"

the table hard. "Hey,

your act now!"

blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you guys really have to kick me when I'm already down?"

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

timid voice, "I'm sorry, I was

extremely startled to listen to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the arrogant

Clinton had

could he

have to

and they had thousands of ways

being humble and timid was the only way out in order

as soon as he apologized, someone started, "Wow, it's not easy for Clinton Tucker to apologize. Besides, you can't really force him to eat the table, can you? Let's forget about

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

there 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.