Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 913: Until the end of the final quarter

At the same time...

Charles looked at his team with a grim face, his eyes conveying what his mouth hadn't said. Even before they could reach him, Hugo and Atlas already knew what was coming.

"Zoren, Atlas Bennet," he called under his breath, his expression stern. "What in the world are you two doing? Have you lost your mind or do you have a death wish?"

Zoren pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry," was all he could say, unwilling to offer excuses or explanations.

As for Atlas, he didn't apologize right away. Instead, he simply said, "My bad."

"Is that all you're going to say?" Charles clenched his teeth, his hands balling into tight fists, holding himself back from launching into a full-blown rant. "Aren't you going to apologize to your team, who had to clean up after your mess?"

Zoren and Atlas lowered their heads slightly, allowing Charles to scold them without trying to defend themselves.

"Hah! You two... just because our team is winning doesn't mean you should be so complacent. Moreover, where is the respect for your opponent in that play? You were killing their motivation by helping them and letting our team catch up!" Charles went on and on, though his anger wasn't enough to make his blood pressure rise. "That's enough playing do you understand?"

nodded, while Atlas shrugged and said, "I wasn't playing.

say

Meanwhile, Hugo, Jonathan, and Dean could

something wrong with his memory, the three of them had no choice but to score more. This meant exerting more effort and energy.

mistakes of these two. If anything, it only showed Atlas's real value on the court, as Zoren had only managed to score a

didn't have the energy for anything else—his focus was on

remained quiet, seemingly indifferent. His attention was on the scoreboard, staring at the tied score. Although Dean and Jonathan were just as exhausted as him, Hugo had done a lot

score and "clean up"

As for Jonathan...

apologized halfheartedly to his father, making Jonathan shift his attention

I'm dealing with this anxiety all throughout the game! I told you to widen the gap, not

Atlas and Zoren. Neither looke truly sorry. If anything, they seemed like they were just going along with the flow, as if they had already foreseen this

saw the other team walking onto the court. But when he looked back at his team, he saw

Atlas had turned their backs on Charles, but both men kept their eyes

gave Jonathan was brief, but he felt something from it. It took him a moment to pinpoint what it was: that look

while shaking his head mildly. 'I see. So, that's how it is... and it's their