All Chapters of Hired by my Uncle's Bestfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Sir, you need to teach your wife a lesson. She's been seeing other men; how can you stand it?" Jessa complained to Demi. "And what makes you say that?" he asked her. "She's often with Andres, sir. They have a relationship. We even saw her at Sir Sandro's house. Why did you hire a prostitute in the first place?" she ranted while following him to the stable. "My wife would never do that, Jessa. Don’t slander her. By the way, I need the financial files for tomorrow. I've noticed the farm's profits seem to be shrinking," he said. Jessa was surprised by his statement but continued to insist on her accusations about Maine. "But sir, it's all over the farm that she and Andres are having an affair. Even the elders say that woman flirts with everyone." "Alright, let's do this. Are you sure about your claims?" "Of course, sir!" "Okay, if we find out you're telling the truth, I'll have my wife imprisoned and divorce her. But if not, I'll have you and your family imprisoned. Is tha

"So, now, everything is clear. There really was exploitation here! You even brought your lawyer, huh?" That was Demi, "you know, Jessa, if I liked you, I would have left Matilda for you a long time ago. But no matter how much you undress in front of me, I don't feel even the slightest desire for you, and it's because of your bad attitude!" "Now you know what kind of woman my niece is," that was Uncle Sandro, "so I hope you'll stop spreading rumors. Let this be a lesson to you! We may have been silent until now, but we've been acting legally. We didn't want it to come to this, but you forced us... you pushed us to take action against this nonsense." "Bu—but sir, please consider our contributions here on the farm!" Jessa said, clearly agitated. "We've helped and supported many people here!" "What help?" Demi said, crossing her arms. "When people are sick, we help them get to the hospital!" Jessa replied. "I have the record book from your office, Jessa!" Demi said, holding up a

Demi and I agreed that I would manage her farm, and we appointed Andres and Arman as Officers-in-Charge (OIC). Now that I have completed my studies, I am supporting Olga's education as part of fulfilling my promise. Many were pleased to learn that I would personally oversee the farm. The children here really like me. I also established a cooperative to help elderly individuals with financial needs. I continued the system of contributing 100 pesos weekly, which goes directly into their passbooks. They have the option to increase or maintain their contributions as they see fit. Salaries are still distributed weekly, according to their needs. We have our own accountant, and Marissa and Olga assist me in the office every Saturday. My spouse comes home weekly or every two weeks, depending on the workload. I can say that my life here in the province is fulfilling. I can now do the things I love. One day, Demi came home with a woman and a man. He said they were investors. "Demi

"Why don't you invite the investors here?" I said to Demi. "Really?" he was surprised by what I said. "Yes, even tomorrow... invite them," I replied with a frown. "Why do you seem angry?" he asked me. "I'm upset, but I realized, this farm is yours. I'm just staying in your house, right? So, it's okay," I said while drinking coffee. "But... I just wanted to teach you—" "Don't continue. It's fine. Your house, your rules," I said, organizing the papers. "I'm just helping with your business, thinking I was part of it... that's why I acted that way. But I realized, I'm not part of it, I'm just like your employee," I replied. "Don't talk like that. That's not—" "Don't talk to me, please! Just invite them here tomorrow." I left her. "Where are you going?" he asked me. "To rest, why?" I asked with a frown. "Our room is over there, isn't it?" he pointed to his room's door. "Oh, this is my room now," I said, closing and locking the door. I heard him knock. "I'm sorry..

"Someone sent me flowers? I can't believe someone sent me flowers, a week after I got home. 'Who are they from?' "From sir---" Olga started to answer, but I cut her off. "Just throw them away... I can buy as many of those as I want," I told her. "B-but..." "You can have them if you like," I replied. "We could put them on the altar, senyorita," she suggested. "Olga, I've told you to just call me Maine, like everyone else. Have you heard any of the other household staff call me senyorita?" I said to her. "It's because you're my employer," she said, embarrassed. "I'm not just your employer, we're friends. You're my assistant, but you're also my friend. I don't want any boundaries between us. As long as I feel your respect, it's fine with me, even if you just call me by my name," I answered. "T-thank you, even though it feels a bit awkward—Mi—Maine," she stuttered. "That's better... and one more thing, if it's from my—ex-husband, auto-reject! I don't want him to have a