Mr. Talkington was just about to start the slapping. Hearing those words, he was as if struck by lightning on a clear day. His hand, hanging in the air, suddenly came to a halt.
Lewis Marshall's gaze slowly moved to Mrs. Talkington and Penelope Talkington.
"The Talkington Family, you are not alone, right?"
Mrs. Talkington and Penelope involuntarily shivered. Was the mighty Clegg boss implying that they too were about to get slapped?
Lewis Marshall looked disdainfully at these two women: "Since Mr. Talkington has proven himself to be loose-lipped, his family members probably aren't any better."
His cold eyes turned back to them, "Each of you slaps yourself a hundred times, or I'll deface you."
Mr. Talkington felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly yelled at Mrs. Talkington and Penelope, "What are you waiting for? Thank Mr. Clegg for his... mercy!"
His order that they slap themselves a hundred times instead of cutting off their tongues was nothing short of a divine grace.
