Man With Super Medical Skill (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.

...

While Dornia's online forums were ablaze with anger, the economic storm stirred by the Cunningham, Damron, and Lullaby Families was rapidly intensifying.

The commercial lockdown and market 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 market restrictions.

In one Eastcliff production company,

the atmosphere was grim. The company's CEO sat at his desk, face etched with worry. His secretary stood nearby, quietly reminding him, "Boss, we only have one hundred thousand dollars left in company funds, and today's payroll is due..."

"How much time is left on our factory lease?"

The secretary checked her notes. "We signed the lease two years ago. We have about... one month left."

The CEO's frown deepened. "And how much inventory do we have piled up?"

"Roughly 20 million in parts. None of the companies that usually buy from us are even responding. Some have outright said we should blame ourselves for doing business in Eastcliff." en FindNovel

"Alright, you can go now."

"Yes, sir." The secretary turned to leave but paused as the owner called out again. "Wait-make sure payroll goes out as scheduled. No delays for the employees."

The secretary, touched by his concern, nodded before exiting.

Left alone, the owner slumped in his chair, lighting a cigarette as he stared out into the grim reality of his business' future.

Suddenly, his phone beeped with a notification. Listlessly, he glanced at the screen, not expecting anything of importance. But when he read the message, he jumped up in

excitement. The stress that had

weighed him down evaporated in an instant.

"Thank you, Mr. Larson!" he shouted, his voice filled with relief.

The message on his phone read, 'Mr. Larson will buy all excess inventory from Eastcliff businesses.'