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!

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

Everyone is still waiting for

slapped on the table hard.

your act now!"

sheepishly, "We're all

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

voice, "I'm sorry, I was being impulsive and agitated. Charlie, I'm sorry for looking down upon you. Guys, I'm sorry, I

of tone. Was he really the arrogant Clinton Tucker? None of

Clinton had

could he

he would have to eat the

promise, it would irritate the crowd and they had thousands of ways to humiliate and ridicule him

timid was the only way

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

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

more miserable and devastating was waiting for him later. 1 Hence,