Every single video was filled with lies—fabricated rumors, twisted half-truths, and sensationalized garbage designed to stir controversy and farm views.
He clicked on another one, his annoyance deepening.
"…My sources say that Ross has a secret list of women he controls, using money and influence to silence them. Some say he even has a hidden room in every property where he keeps his 'special girls.' Disgusting, right? But hey, that's just what the elite do…"
Ross clenched his jaw.
It was obvious she was just another internet leech, milking his name for clout and profit. Nothing she said had an ounce of truth, yet her millions of subscribers were eating it up, blindly believing every word.
In the past, Ross wouldn't have cared.
He had dealt with rumors before, laughed at the absurdity of them, and moved on. A billionaire playboy like him was always a target for jealous nobodies looking to stir drama.
But now?