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!

"Hey, Clinton, you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you want to break your promise again this time?"

Everyone is still waiting for your freak

table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

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

just urging you to fulfill your promise,

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

to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the arrogant Clinton Tucker?

had no

else could

he would have

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

only way out in

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 started!"

but he needed to have his a*s kicked

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