Chapter 4The CEO Who Bled Me Dry is a Wreck After My Rebirth, While I'm Holding Hands with a Supermodel

I was working late in my office when the door was kicked open with brutal force.

Before I could even look up, a cold hand clamped around my throat.

Leo suddenly dropped to his knees, his voice thick with tears. "Mr. Logan, my parents are just ordinary workers! I'm begging you, please spare them!"

He held up his phone. On the screen, a middle-aged couple, their faces bloody, were kowtowing to the camera. "Mr. Logan! Please, have mercy! Our son would never dare compete with you for Miss Frost!"

Victoria snatched the phone, the rage in her eyes about to erupt into flames.

"Thomas Logan! You're a monster! You sent people to beat up Leo's parents?"

"I don't even know them," I said, looking coldly at Leo. "A fine performance."

"Still denying it?!" Victoria slammed the phone down in front of me. On the screen, the couple began slapping their own faces. "They're begging you by name!"

I took a deep breath and looked straight at Victoria. "I did not do this."

Leo scrambled forward, grabbing my wrist. "Mr. Logan, my parents are in the hospital right now! They've been honest people their whole lives, how could they possibly…"

"Shut up!" I threw his hand off. "If you're going to frame me, at least come up with a believable lie."

"You make me sick, Thomas," Victoria’s face was ice. "If you want to marry me, you shouldn't be doing such idiotic things."

"Take him!"

Four bodyguards immediately surrounded me, twisting my arms behind my back.

As they dragged me out, Leo's soft sobs followed me. "Miss Frost, my parents, they…"

I was forced onto the cold stone floor of the Frost family's old chapel, my knees bruising with each impact.

Victoria threw a share transfer agreement in my face. "Sign it. Transfer eighty percent of your personal shares to Leo."

"Go to hell," I spat out the words.

Leo feigned concern. "Miss Frost, Mr. Logan looks down on people like me… maybe we should just forget it…"

Victoria shoved my head down. "You seemed pretty tough when you were beating up his parents, didn't you?"

She pried my fingers open and forced them onto an ink pad. "You're signing this today, whether you want to or not!"

I was locked in the chapel for three days. When the door finally opened, I thought I was free. But it was Leo who walked in, alone.

"Miss Frost said you can go," his voice echoed in the cavernous space.

I weakly lifted my head and met his venomous gaze. He slowly untied my ropes, then suddenly shoved me to the ground.

The pungent, acrid smell of gasoline filled my nostrils.

"What are you doing?!" I stared at the flickering lighter in his hand, my voice trembling.

He sneered. "It's time for Mr. Logan to disappear, isn't it? How about I make it quick for you? Save you the trouble of hanging around Miss Frost all day!"

The moment the lighter fell, flames erupted with a roar. I let out a gut-wrenching scream, which alerted Victoria, who was standing outside.

"What's going on?!" she burst in, freezing at the sight of the inferno.

Leo reacted instantly. "Miss Frost! Mr. Logan said if he can't have you, he'll destroy you! He threatened to burn down the entire Frost chapel!"

Victoria's roar filled the hall. "Put it out! What are you all standing there for?!"

But the fire was growing, the heat distorting the very air.

Just then, the main gates of the estate were smashed open by several armored vehicles, their engines roaring so loudly the ground shook.

A woman in a flame-red coat stepped through the fire, flanked by two rows of heavily armed guards who instantly secured the entire courtyard.

Her face was grim. "Where is Thomas Logan?"

Victoria’s expression changed. "What are you doing here?"

The woman didn't even spare her a glance, charging directly into the inferno. Her team moved with chilling efficiency, bringing the blaze under control in moments.

She carried me out of the flames.

Blood soaked through her expensive coat, but she held me as if I were a priceless, fragile treasure.