Chapter 11

Eric hugged the corpse's head tightly, not caring about how gory it looked or how much it stank. He rested his forehead against Penelope's cheek as he bawled like a baby. He remained in that state till he finally collapsed. When he regained consciousness once again, he found himself being surrounded by a crowd while lying on the bed of the hotel suite. Having mustered all his strength to sit up, Eric rasped out, "Where's Penelope? Where is she?" Alarmed, Bert Staple, Eric's assistant, approached Eric immediately. "For now, we've laid her corpse in the casket that's placed in the hotel's backyard…" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a glass being hurled his way. Thankfully, he was able to dodge it in time. The glass ended up shattering everywhere once it fell to the floor. "You useless fucker! Get me the best mortician in the whole damn nation so that they can restore Penelope's face flawlessly! Get her a new customized wedding gown while you're at it! Also, place an order