Her intuition was undeniably sharp; just from the subtle shift in Suzy's expression, she had already picked up that something was off.
"That man is a friend of mine," Suzy admitted.
A flicker of surprise crossed the girl's face. "No wonder."
No wonder she had started off asking about Rina, only to circle around to that man in the end.
"What about you?" Suzy probed gently. "You seem to know Rina pretty well."
"Sort of." The girl's expression shifted through a flurry of emotions. "You could say I know her well enough."
Before Suzy could press further, the girl volunteered the truth: "My brother happens to be one of Rina's boy toys."
Her voice turned tight and bitter, her teeth visibly gritted as she spat out "boy toys."
Now it was Suzy's turn to be stunned. "Your brother is one of her boy toys?!"
