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!

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

waiting for your freak

on the table hard.

your act now!"

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

it and they are just urging you to fulfill your

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 you. Guys, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive

to listen to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really

had no

else could he

concede, he would have to eat the table,

shamelessly broke his promise, it would irritate the crowd and they had

timid was the only way out in order to dismiss the ridiculous

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 it, shall we?" 2 "Yes, he's right! Forget about the table, we're still waiting for our lunch! Let's get

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

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