"What's the point of pretending? Some people have a scent of scum, you can smell it from far away, just like..." you.
Luckily, South Grant was quick-witted; she swallowed back the word "you" before it slipped out.
"Like what?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, looking at South Grant.
"Like certain powerful people who seem clean and wholesome on the outside, but keep mistresses at home, wasting women's youth and ruining their lives. Yet, they continue to climb the career ladder, and once they're bored, they marry some well-matched heiress and start another splendid life. Meanwhile, others are left struggling painfully in the dark."
Nathan Foster quietly watched South Grant as she spoke.
There was an indescribable coldness in South Grant's eyes.
For some reason, seeing South Grant like this stirred an indescribable feeling in Nathan Foster's heart.
"Yeah, such people really are wolves in sheep's clothing."
