Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3390 Clara's Fall

The announcement hit like a slap in the face of those who had been defending Montiria, and it was as though a single drop of water had been thrown into a vat of boiling oil-it exploded instantly. Dornia's netizens quickly fired back at those still refusing to acknowledge Montiria's progress, leaving scathing comments like, 'Watch the live stream tomorrow at 8 a.m. before you start barking nonsense here.' Meanwhile, Clara sat in her home, her face pale and drained of life. Her eyes were blank, devoid of any hope.

"It's over... Everything's over..." she murmured to herself repeatedly, still unable to fully comprehend the situation.

Just hours before, when the show had first aired, she had basked in the glory of newfound fame. Her name was celebrated across the country. But after the discovery of that livestream, the tide had turned. She was now the target of everyone's anger. Her Twitter account, which had once boasted millions of followers, had plummeted to just tens of thousands. Many of those were fake followers she had purchased to inflate her popularity. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was the station director.

"Director, what can I do for you?" Clara asked quietly, already sensing the impending bad news.

"Clara, this has gotten too big. No one can cover for you anymore," the director's voice was flat, devoid of any sympathy. "Your broadcast will be officially canceled starting tomorrow. Submit your resignation."

The call ended abruptly, and Clara collapsed onto the floor, her body drained of energy. She regretted everything-not about provoking Matthew, but about failing to steer public opinion fast enough. Had she succeeded in turning the narrative, she could have remained at the center of attention, riding the wave of controversy to even greater fame.

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storm stirred by the Cunningham, Damron, and

monopolization that these families orchestrated were starting to affect Matthew's businesses and personnel. Panic had already begun to spread, and the shockwaves were reaching Eastcliff. Many companies in the city were seeing their profits plummet as they found themselves unable to operate in the midst of such severe

Eastcliff production

etched with worry. His secretary stood nearby, quietly

time is left on our

notes. "We signed the lease two years ago. We have

frown deepened. "And how much inventory do we

parts. None of the companies that usually buy from us are even responding. Some have outright said we should

you can go

The secretary turned to leave but paused as the owner called out again. "Wait-make sure payroll goes out as scheduled.

touched by his

in his chair, lighting a cigarette as he stared out into the grim reality