In the evening before the mayoral election in San Veridio, the sky suddenly opened up, and a torrential downpour lashed down. The rain poured like a waterfall, as if it intended to submerge the entire city in an endless curtain of rain.
When Lorenzo rushed there in the rain, he found that Alberto had already arrived early. Carlo was sitting there. Although on the surface he seemed the same as usual, a closer look would reveal that there was not a trace of joy on his face.
In the past, even when he was cold-hearted, as long as Elena was by his side, he would come alive, full of vitality. But at this moment, he was like a walking corpse, having lost his soul, as if nothing mattered anymore.
As soon as Alberto saw Lorenzo arrive, he immediately raised his hand to report. "Lorenzo, I swear
