I looked at her and smiled. "Alright, as you say, I'll be there at the banquet after some time."
Abigail, clearly dissatisfied with my response, left the suite, muttering, "Well, now I'm alone and there's still an hour until the event." As soon as she was gone, I knew I had the perfect opportunity. "I can use the Ashura Technique now to enhance my appearance, since it will be crucial for my plan."
I began the meditation, feeling the changes take place within me. An hour later, I stood up, grinning to myself. "Alright, now I'm going to write this story the way I want it, not how it was written."
Afterwards, I headed for the bathroom. As I looked at my naked body in the mirror, I grinned even wider. "Now, my physique is perfect—just like Hrithik Roshan in *Krrish 3*." I clenched my fists, filled with determination. "And I'm going to make this bitch and her lapdog regret everything."
As the party reached its peak, Abigail was engrossed in conversation with her business partners, completely unaware of what was about to unfold. Tonight, I was going to make her experience humiliation for the first time.
I walked into the banquet, and the room fell silent as everyone stared in shock. My physique was fully on display in the suit Abigail had given me, and I couldn't help but smirk. "Hello, everyone. I'm Samuel Gebb, Ms. Bardot's unfaithful husband."
The room went still, the shock evident on everyone's faces. I walked over to a waiter and took a glass of whiskey from his tray. "Everyone, please make sure to enjoy yourselves!" I announced with a grin.
As I took a sip of whiskey, I noticed Abigail looking at me, but I didn't acknowledge her. Instead, my gaze lingered on her assistant, Sophia. In the original story, Sophia had cared for Samuel and eventually quit her job because of Abigail's torment.
But I knew it would be better to keep my distance from anyone, including her. I couldn't afford to get involved with anyone in this world—after all, I didn't remember every detail of the novel, and Abigail had the power to make anyone's life a nightmare, just as she had with Samuel, all for her own amusement.
As the party continued, I watched Abigail cling to Joshua, flirting with him as if she couldn't get enough. I couldn't help but think about how broken Samuel must have been, enduring three years of torment. But that wasn't my concern—I was here to wait for her to get to the main event.
Abigail kissed Joshua on the cheek and made a public announcement. "Everyone, Joshua has incredible potential to become one of the biggest film stars, and I will make sure to support him fully!" With that, she handed him a ring—the same one Samuel had given her during their college days on her birthday.
I could feel the weight of Samuel's shattered heart as the ring that meant so much to him was now in Joshua's hands. But I wasn't Samuel. I didn't care about her actions. I raised my glass with a smirk and said, "Congratulations, dear. It will look great on her."
Everyone was stunned, not understanding why I seemed to be siding with Abigail.
Abigail was visibly frustrated by my comment, but before she could respond, I announced, "Since everything seems to be going well, how about Joshua shows us his dance skills on the floor?"
The crowd cheered, eager to see what Joshua would do.
"Yes, Mr. Gebb is right!" someone shouted.
"Joshua, you're a rising star—this should be a piece of cake for you!" another voice chimed in.
I knew the truth, though—Joshua was talentless, relying entirely on Abigail's wealth to climb to success. What a fraud he was.
Abigail quickly stepped in, trying to defend him. "Joshua is injured from a recent shoot, so it would be inappropriate for him to dance."
I grinned and replied, "Well, Ms. Bardot is right. But since everyone wants a dance, why don't we invite someone to steal the spotlight?"
Joshua, clearly frustrated by my attitude, snapped at me. "Mr. Gebb, why are you humiliating me? I'm a good dancer! I'm injured, but why can't you understand? If you know something about dancing, why don't you show us?"
I smirked, waiting for him to lose control. I could see Abigail's anger building. Then, without missing a beat, I poured all the whiskey from my glass onto my suit. The room went silent, especially Abigail.
"Alright," I said, "if the rising star insists, who am I to refuse?"
As the music started, I walked confidently onto the dance floor, casting a mocking smirk at both Abigail and Joshua. With a flick of my wrist, I pulled out a lighter and set my suit—specifically chosen by Abigail for Joshua—ablaze.
My physique, resembling that of Hrithik Roshan at his peak, was on full display as I began dancing. The room fell silent as everyone took in my movements, awestruck by both my body and my dance skills.
"Is he a Greek god? That physique is too perfect to handle."
"Yeah, it's as if he's a deity sent from heaven."
My smooth, controlled movements flowed with the beat of the music as I shot a wink at the wealthy girls in the crowd, visibly infuriating Abigail.
"Look at him, his body, his looks."
"No wonder every woman would fall for him, and he's still perfect in his 30s."
Those words cut deep, and I could see the frustration building on Abigail's face.
Once my performance ended, I stopped, still holding the audience's attention. "Can I get a coat or something?" I asked politely, as the crowd quickly responded and provided me with one.
"Mr. Gebb, are you a Greek god or something? That perfect look and body..."
"And those dance moves, it's like a deity made an appearance."
I chuckled softly, enjoying the attention. "Well, that's one of the reasons Abigail can't let me go."
I took a glass of whiskey, preparing to exit. Before I turned away, I leaned into Abigail's ear, speaking with a hint of mockery, "Tonight, you'll have to go buy condoms for your little lover by yourself. I won't be around for a while."
With that, I left the party, knowing there were other matters I needed to settle in the story.