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

right! Everyone is still waiting for your

slapped on the table hard. "Hey, please

your act now!"

and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you guys really have to kick me when I'm

it and they are just urging you

anger and mumbled in a timid voice,

to listen to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the arrogant Clinton Tucker? None of them could

had

could

he did not concede, he would have to eat the table,

crowd and

way

him to eat the table, can you? Let's forget about it,

his

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 not steal his

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