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.

...

economic storm stirred by the Cunningham, Damron,

to spread, and the shockwaves were reaching Eastcliff. Many companies in the city were seeing their profits plummet

Eastcliff

grim. The company's CEO sat at his desk, face etched with worry. His secretary stood nearby, quietly reminding him, "Boss, we only have

is left on our factory

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

deepened. "And how much inventory

None of the companies that usually buy from us are even responding.

can

the owner called out again. "Wait-make sure payroll goes out as scheduled. No delays for

secretary, touched by his concern, nodded

a cigarette as he stared out into the grim reality