Billionaire in Disguise

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Jake found himself yearning for the impossible, wishing that the very ground beneath him would obligingly part and swallow him whole.

In the depths of his mind, he was cursing his misfortune with every fiber of his being. Life had certainly dealt him a cruel hand on this particular day.

Who would have ever predicted that he would find himself repeatedly outmaneuvered by Travis, of all people?

Now, there was no conceivable escape route for him. With the revelation that the painting was not only genuine but valued at over two hundred thousand, his earlier brazen proclamation hung over him like a looming storm cloud.

Could he truly carry out the ludicrous act of eating the table as he had so audaciously declared?

The prospect seemed utterly preposterous.

When his cherished car had been reduced to cinders, he could ultimately afford to replace it, but munching on a solid wooden table?

That was an entirely different, and frankly, unimaginable endeavor.

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