The moment the news came out, Chantel was afraid it could have a negative impact on her and the Li family. Therefore, she immediately requested that the news should be suppressed, resulting in only a few people who saw it. However, if she posted a statement on Weibo now, wouldn't everyone get to know about it anyway?

Noticing her lack of response, Gifford got a little angry. "What? Is it too hard for you to do that?"

Chantel shook her head and said, "Of course not. I'll do it right now."

Satisfied with her promise, Gifford put Hugo on the floor and patted him on the head. "Go to your mother!"

Hugo looked at his dad in confusion. He was in his mother's arms just now. He didn't understand why his father would bring him here and ask him to go to his mother again. Nevertheless, the boy still walked over to Chantel's side obediently.

Gifford stood still as he watched Chantel contact her agent. In little time, the actress requested that the photo of her property ownership certificate was sent to her.

After that, she called Red. As soon as he picked up, she glanced at Gifford and naturally pulled Hugo aside before asking in a low voice, "Red, did you see the news about us?"

"Well, I did. But didn't you have it suppressed already? Some paparazzi are really shameless. They not only took our photos but also made up stories," he said angrily.

"Well, who owns your house? Here is the thing..." She briefly explained the whole situation to Red. He was already a good friend to her because of the relationship between Erica and Orange. Hence, he was aware that she had got married in secret a few years ago.

Understanding how much trouble the news brought to Chantel and that now she would have to clarify it, Red willingly cooperated and sent her the photo of his property ownership certificate.

A couple of hours later, she received a text with the photos of the two property ownership certificates.

After getting off the shower, she blurred half of the addresses on both certificates and uploaded them on Weibo with the following caption—"Hello, neighbor!"

Red, who had been keeping an eye on Chantel's Weibo account, shared and commented on the news as soon as she posted it. "Hey, neighbor, I'll go downstairs to your apartment and have a free meal one of these days! I hope you won't mind."

The whole purpose of the comments and posts were to explain the nature of Red and Chantel's relationship to the public. It turned out t

guns, Matthew was fast to dodge their attacks. Despite the children's efforts, none of them could hit their father. Yet, there were traces of water pellets left on the walls, the floor...everywhere.

Adkins was the first one to surrender. "Forget it. This is boring, we can't hit Dad!"

Boswell looked at his brother and decided to put down his toy gun as well. "Colman, Damian. Adkins is right. Don't shoot. Let's clean up the office."

Unwilling to give up, Colman didn't listen to him and shot his dad two more times. Matthew dodged quickly, letting the water pellets hit the floor.

Frustrated, the little boy put away his toy gun and promised, "Dad, I'll make it one day!"

Matthew looked at the kids and said, "Then you should practice harder. But first, go to the cleaner and get the tools to clean up the office."

"Alright!" the four boys answered in unison. The four kids turned around all at the same time with the guns in their hands. When Matthew couldn't see their faces anymore, they looked at each other.

The quadruplets had a tacit understanding among themselves. They could tell what each other wanted with a single exchange of glances.

Now, for example, after putting the toy guns aside, Adkins and Boswell suddenly ran towards the man who was ready to greet his wife.

"Dad, give us a hug!" Adkins said.

"Dad, it suddenly occurred to me that I missed you so much!" Boswell confessed.

Looking at the two kids, Matthew knew they were up to something. He then turned to find Colman and Damian raising their toy guns.

But as Matthew was older and wiser, he promptly understood what their intentions were.