Chapter 62 Alessandro Disgusts Her

On the outskirts of Rehma stood a private equestrian club. It was a members-only club, usually frequented by the most powerful elite. Yet today, the club was abnormally quiet. Most of the nonessential staff had been cleared out, leaving only a few stablemen behind. Alessandro, looking tall and imposing, stood by the fence in a black riding outfit. He had a riding crop resting in his hand. He knew Lucia came here every Tuesday afternoon for a ride. It was a habit she had kept for years, one she never changed even in her darkest moments. Soon, it was 3:00 pm. A black car drove slowly into the club. The door opened, and Lucia stepped out. She wore white fitted riding pants and black boots that hugged her legs, paired with a navy blue riding jacket. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, giving her a sharp and confident look. As soon as she saw the empty racetrack, Lucia paused. She immediately sensed that something was off. "Lucia." A familiar voice came from the side