All Women’s Man

"I am never going to be Mr Yates' wife, Mom. Dad," Sandra was at the peak of tears.

"If I could really do it, I would have done it, but going into the Yates family is just like committing suicide.

I am your daughter and heir to the company, my life is worth gold. Emily is really in the perfect fit to go into the marriage alliance with the Yates.

She is bold and is familiar with different men, so I am sure she will know how to keep the dog in place.

I am not trying to badmouth my sister, but I am really scared, Dad."

"Calm down, Sandra, I won't be marrying you off to the Yates," Mr Hanthon spoke and then turned to his wife. "Why isn't Emily here yet? Didn't I ask you to go get her?

If she refuses to come by herself, we will then hire street thugs to drag her here. She knows how to play around with men but doesn't know how to pay respect to her family.

I really wonder if she is my daughter or a street rag picked from the hospital. She can't learn from her younger sister and be reserved as a lady.

She even went ahead without my consent and changed her last name. Even if she answers a Hanthon or a Parker, she must marry Mr Yates. We are in this mess today all because of her, so she must pay the price.

If she hadn't messed up Vancer's heir and caused his father to turn rebellious against our company, we wouldn't be here. This is all her fault."

"Honey, I think you should calm down. I spoke to her and told her that she should move back into the house within a week. She is still our daughter after all, let's give her the grace of returning home to beg for mercy," Mrs Hanthon begged her husband.

"And Sandra, if your sister returns, make sure to treat her more nicely. She is your elder after all."

"Yes, Mom," Sandra replied.

"Sandra is already good enough. How would she respect someone who hasn't respected her parents, not even herself?" Mr Hanthon's angry voice came.

"It's alright, Dad. Mom has a point, I should really be extra nice to her if we want her to marry Mr Yates as soon as possible," Sandra rubbed her father's arm, calming his nerves.

"At least the lord had mercy on me and gave me at least one sensible daughter. If not, what would I have done?" Mr Hanthon lamented.

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Emily stared down at her phone and the time was reading 12 AM in the morning.

Her life was really a boring one. She thought that being a rich independent woman would solve all of her problems, but too bad it could only solve her material problems.

Yes, it could give her fame and so on, but it can never solve the problem of her heart.

Maybe she should really get married. That wouldn't be so bad. It is not like she never wanted to get married.

That was imposed on her after several and multiple dating scandals she had.

She wanted to make a lot of money, travel to Singapore and marry her crush Adrian Williams, but so funny, she had the money now, why hadn't she travelled yet to fulfil her heart's desire?

An image popped up on her phone and she tapped on it to have an image of a man displayed on her screen.

She closed the screen immediately. She was done and wasn't going to take on any clients for now.

They all think they have issues, what about her? What about her heart? She screamed out, her voice echoing back to her in the silent night.

She dialled a number on her phone. "A ticket to Singapore," she spoke. "Night flight."

By one o'clock AM, Emily woke up still feeling tired. She dragged herself off the bed to the bathroom and had a cold bath.

She didn't know how long the bath took, but when she was finally done, her body felt lighter and more relaxed than usual.

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Indeed, she looked so hot and there was no way Adrian would ever reject her with such great looks.

She had already plotted out his whole daily life and routine and had already structured where and how she would meet him and where she would give out her first strike.

It kind of felt awkward because she was already used to having men run after her and not the other way round.

She observed her shape and weight in the mirror and on the weighing machine before changing into a casual outfit.

She had a lot of shopping to do and at the same time get her hair done before evening, so there was no single time to waste.

By the time she was done dressing after going through tons of clothes, she finally gave herself that satisfied smile, taking a good look at herself in the mirror for the last time.

Yes, she was supposed to wear something casual, but she had ended up dressing extravagantly. She really can't help it, it was already in her nature to overdress.

She was wearing a white slip dress with a red purse and heels, coupled with her silver necklace and bangles.

Mrs Yates walked into the modern large villa with her luggage being carried by the servants.

"Take the luggage upstairs, and where is the young master of the house?" Mrs Yates asked.

"He isn't home yet," the servants answered.

"Then that is good. Once you are done keeping the luggage inside the empty room upstairs, gather all the workers of the house," Mrs Yates sat down on the cushion inside the large living room.

Soon the whole servants gathered together in the living room. Both the kitchen workers, the cleaners and so on.

"What about the male workers?" Mrs Yates raised a brow in question, not understanding the situation.

"There are no male workers, ma," they answered in unison.

Mrs Yates scoffed.

"You mean that there are no male workers in this whole villa, only females? And you all are allowed to dress half naked like this?"

"Yes, ma. The cloth design was chosen specifically by the young master," one of them replied with her head low.

"So you guys are saying that you girls live like this everyday with my son and none of you have given me a grandson?"

The servants were speechless. "Isn't she supposed to be upset?" they wondered.

"Then, this is good then. My work here won't be that hard. I will be giving a hundred million to any of you that is able to give me a grandchild," she announced excitedly.

The maids lowered their heads.

"What is the matter, among the fifteen of you, so no one can give me a grandson?" Mrs Yates asked, confused.

Maya stepped forward.

"Actually, ma, it's not that we don't want to get pregnant for young master Yates. It is just that he has placed us all under strict supervised birth control and always forces us to take pills immediately after every intimacy," Maya spoke up.

Mrs Yates' eyes widened in utter shock.

"What about the rest, what are your reasons?" She asked.

And when none of them spoke up, it then dawned on her.

"Don't tell me that my son has been sleeping with all of you and every one of you is currently on a birth control pill?" She almost fainted.