Frozen Rebirth: I Will Outlive You All

Not What You Expected

The next morning, Logan sat comfortably on the velvet sofa of his penthouse suite. He was patiently awaiting Harper's arrival.

​He mentally revised his strategy. A cold smirk touched his lips as he considered the sheer ruthlessness of his trap.

​Instead of a knock at the door, his phone vibrated loudly against the glass coffee table.

"Logan, you have to get here right now!" Harper Collins sobbed into the receiver. She sounded utterly terrified.

​"They are going to ruin my entire life," she wept. "Please, I need you."

​"I am on my way," Logan replied smoothly. He ended the call without another word.

​He instructed his driver to head straight to the Greenfield Energy corporate headquarters downtown.

​Logan stepped out of the vehicle and walked into the sprawling glass lobby. He heard the screaming before he even reached the executive offices.

​Harper was on her knees in the middle of the department floor. She clutched the edge of a desk, tears streaming down her pale face.

​"Please do not fire me, Mr. Davis," Harper begged loudly. "My father is sick. I need the medical insurance."

​Her department manager stood awkwardly behind his desk. He looked deeply uncomfortable but maintained a rigid posture.

​"My hands are completely tied, Harper," Manager Davis said. "I cannot risk the entire company for one employee."

​Madison and Mason Bennett stood a few feet away. They looked entirely out of place in their country club attire, but their posture reeked of absolute authority.

​"It is your own fault, Harper," Madison sneered, adjusting her designer handbag. "You chose to associate with a traitor."

​"You should have known better than to get close to the wrong people," Mason added with a smug smile.

​A cold, echoing laugh interrupted the scene.

​Logan walked slowly into the center of the room. His hands were tucked casually into his coat pockets.

​"Why exactly are you targeting my friend?" Logan asked. His voice was incredibly calm, slicing through the tension in the room.

​Mason turned around. His bruised jaw was still visibly swollen from the previous night, but his arrogant smirk remained.

​"You humiliated us yesterday, Logan," Mason said loudly for the entire office to hear.

​"Since you think you are untouchable, we decided to go after the people you actually care about," Madison added. She crossed her arms with malicious satisfaction.

​Mason stepped forward and grabbed Harper by the collar of her blouse. He yanked her roughly to her feet.

​Harper screamed in panic, reaching out her hands toward Logan.

​Mason raised his right hand and delivered a brutal slap across Harper's cheek. The sharp crack echoed through the silent office.

​Harper stumbled sideways, crying out in pain. "Logan, please..!"

​Logan stood perfectly still, his expression entirely blank.

​Mason frowned. He expected Logan to charge forward like a raving lunatic. ​Seeing Logan stand completely motionless made Mason angry. He assumed he just had not hit her hard enough to break Logan's composure.

​Mason grabbed Harper by the hair, pulling her head back violently.

​"You brought this on her, Logan!" Mason shouted. He slapped Harper again, much harder this time.

​Harper wailed, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

​Madison stepped forward and joined in. She slapped Harper across the other side of her face.

​"This is what happens when you cross the Bennett family!" Madison shrieked.

​They took turns striking the weeping girl. Harper collapsed onto the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably. Her face was turning black and blue.

​Still, Logan did nothing. He just watched the brutal performance.

​He knew the truth. Harper was Mason's paid spy. She was enduring this severe beating just to sell the illusion that she was an innocent victim.

​Mason and Madison were physically destroying their own informant just to secure Logan's trust. It was an incredibly pathetic display of greed.

​Harper was barely conscious now. She curled into a tight ball on the floor, whimpering softly.

​Only then did Logan finally speak.

​"Stop," Logan commanded. His voice carried absolute authority.

​Mason and Madison froze. They stepped back, breathing heavily, their faces flushed with exertion. They exchanged a quick, victorious glance.

​Logan walked slowly past them and stopped in front of Manager Davis.

​"What exactly is going on here?" Logan asked calmly.

​Manager Davis swallowed hard, intimidated by the sheer coldness radiating from Logan.

​"The Bennett family threatened to pull all their corporate investments from Greenfield Energy," Davis explained nervously.

​"They said if I do not fire Harper today, they will completely ruin our supply chain and bankrupt the company."

​Logan nodded slowly. He looked down at Harper, who was looking up at him with bruised, desperate eyes.

​"What if I brought in an order large enough to keep the entire company afloat?" Logan asked. "An order that makes the Bennett investment look like pocket change."

​Manager Davis was utterly astonished. His eyes widened in disbelief.

​"Are you serious?" Davis asked. "That would require an influx of tens of millions of dollars. The Bennetts are our primary backers."

​Logan pulled his phone from his pocket. He opened his banking application and placed the screen flat on the mahogany desk.

​Davis leaned forward. He audibly gasped.

​The verified account balance displayed millions of dollars in liquid cash.

​Madison and Mason stood in the background. They did not look angry at all. Instead, they exchanged a very secret, immensely pleased look.

​Their trap had worked perfectly. Logan had taken the bait. He was going to spend his vast fortune to protect his precious friend.

​Harper pushed herself up from the floor. She wiped the blood from her mouth, a look of profound gratitude washing over her battered face.

​"Logan, thank you," Harper cried softly. "You just saved my life."

​She coughed, leaning against the desk for support. Her eyes darted quickly toward her manager.

​"Mr. Davis, we can process his order right now," Harper said eagerly. She looked back at Logan with a sweet, bruised smile.

​"I can personally recommend several of our high yield energy portfolios," Harper offered. "We have incredible green tech stocks and solar array investments you could resell for a massive profit."

​Logan knew exactly what those products were. They fell entirely within the business scope of Preston Bennett's corporate empire.

​If Logan bought those portfolios, the money would funnel directly back into the Bennett family accounts. Harper was steering his wealth right into Mason's open hands.

​Logan let out a low, dark smirk.

​"Those portfolios are fine," Logan said dismissively. "But they are not what I need."

​Harper blinked in confusion. "Then what do you want to buy?"

​"I am preparing for a very specific type of market crash," Logan stated. His eyes locked onto Harper.

​"I want to buy anthracite coal," Logan commanded. "Thousands of tons of it. I want military grade weapons, heavy ammunition, and industrial thermal plating."

​The entire room went dead silent.

​Mason dropped his smug smile. Madison stared at Logan with absolute bewilderment.

​"Coal?" Harper stammered, entirely thrown off her script. "Weapons?"

​Greenfield Energy was a modern corporate firm. They dealt in clean tech and white collar investments. They did not deal in raw fossil fuels and armaments.

​"Yes," Logan said perfectly clearly. He tapped his finger against the desk.

​"Can you handle that kind of order, Harper? Or do I need to take my money to a different company?"