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 they were just neighbors, one living upstairs and the other downstairs. But Gifford wasn't happy once he read their exchange of comments online.
The man walked into their bedroom with his phone as Chantel dried her hair and read the comments on Weibo. When she noticed her husband's presence, she thought he might not have seen her post yet, so she told him, "Hey, I've explained everything just now."
Gifford threw his phone aside and calmly sat on the bed. "He will go downstairs to your apartment to have a free meal one of these days? Chantel, am I that easy to fool?"
"Gifford, you know he was just cracking a joke." She couldn't help but feel he was being unfair.
At that moment, Gifford beckoned to her. Holding the towel she was using to dry her hair, Chantel obediently stepped forward until she was standing in front of him.
Quickly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
She jolted forward, and before she could see it, she was sitting on his lap. In order to regain her balance, Chantel grabbed his arms and blushed at the touch.
"Did you often have meals together?" he asked.
Chantel shook her head immediately. "No, we didn't. Don't take it the wrong way."
Gifford raised her chin so that she was looking him in the eye and warned her, "I hope you are not lying to me."
"What? Of course I'm not lying. Don't think too much about it. Red and I are just regular friends. If you don't believe me, you can ask Rika about it."
Gifford seemed determined to make things difficult for her. "Why should I ask Rika about it? She's not with you every day. How could she know everything you do? Besides, between you and me, she doesn't take me as her brother but you as her sister. She would have no problem helping you to deceive me!"
After Erica ran away for four years, he never knew where she was even though he was her brother. Chantel, on the other hand, had always known Erica's whereabouts. Gifford was heartbroken when he learned that.
Chantel asked him patiently, "Then tell me, what should I do to make you believe that there is nothing between me and Red?"
"It's easy." Gifford smiled. "All you need to do is announce our marriage."
At first, Chantel didn't know what to say.
But after thinking it through for a long time, she felt that it was too sudden to announce such big news. In the end, she refused Gifford's idea on the excuse that she needed time.
Furious, Gifford couldn't stop thinking that this woman was getting more and more disobedient with time. First, she stood him up. Then, this gossip about her being with another man came out. Now, he asked her to announce their marriage, but she refused. He thought she needed to be taught a lesson as soon as possible.
In the meantime, Chantel didn't think she was on vacation at all. She wanted to spend more time with her son during the day and sleep more at night, but Gifford wouldn't let her sleep at all. After two days of supposed rest, she seemed more tired than she was at work.
At the entrance of ZL Group, two Bentley cars stopped at the front.
Immediately, four children in blue rushed out of the vehicles, each carrying a limited edition toy 66K assault rifle.
The kids ran inside the company's first floor in a line from the youngest to the eldest before Erica could even get out of the car.
She wanted to stop the four boys, but they were fast. By the time she walked into the company, they were already inside the CEO's exclusive elevator.
Erica sighed helplessly. She came to see Matthew, but as the four children didn't have to go to the kindergarten that morning, she decided to bring them along.
However, she was beginning to regret her decision. If she had known it would be so tiring and troublesome to bring the boys, she would have come alone.
After taking another elevator to the CEO's floor, she heard from afar the children's laughter coming from the office.
Quickening her pace, she reached the CEO's office door and opened it. Once she was in, she found herself in front of a peculiar scene. While their sons' fired water pellets with their toy 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.