Nikolai Vetrov
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“I gave Serena a card last year,” I mentioned as Rafael walked through the door.
“Oh my, the award for the best boyfriend goes to Nikolai Vetrov. Let’s clap?”
I rolled my eyes and ignored his sarcasm. Instead, I stood up and handed my phone to him.
“What am I looking at?” I didn’t respond. I just waited for him to see the debit alert. He blinked. “53k?” He spared me a glance. “Serena?”
I nodded. “She has never used it before this.”
“What did she buy? Is she back home?”
I sighed. “She’s staying at Lila’s tonight. That worries me even more.”
Rafael stared at the screen for a few more seconds before handing my phone over to me. His expression had changed. It was no longer sarcastic or teasing. “Fifty-three thousand in one store. Staying at Lila’s on the same night.
