"Look! Is that who I think it is?"
"Yes! That's the billionaire Ross Oakley!"
"The goat of basketball!"
"Why is he at our university?"
"Beats me, but I guess we'll find out soon enough."
Whispers spread like wildfire as students turned their heads, eyes widening in recognition.
Ross Oakley, the billionaire, the internet sensation, the man whose every move dominated headlines—was walking through their campus as if he belonged there.
No entourage, no bodyguards. Just him. Yet even alone, he commanded attention.
Dressed in nothing more than a fitted shirt and well-worn jeans, Ross still managed to outshine everyone around him.
It wasn't the clothes that made him stand out but the way he wore them—the effortless confidence, the undeniable presence.
Every step he took was measured, deliberate, exuding an aura of control that sent an unspoken message: he was a man to be reckoned with.