The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 164

Percival scored a basket, and a cheer erupted from the seniors on the sidelines.

Tristan gritted his teeth in frustration. He glanced at Vivienne and Anna as a cold glint appeared in his eyes before whispering something to the other four players on his team.

The four boys hesitated, but under Tristan’s pressure, they had no choice but to agree.

From then on, Tristan and his crew started to single out Vivienne and Anna, taking advantage of their petite frames and deliberately body–checking them.

Tristan, in particular, seemed to enjoy humiliating Vivienne. Instead of passing to his teammates, he made a point of aiming the ball at her face.

“That’s low!” Faye, who was cheering from the sidelines, was livid. Her scar had long since healed, thanks to Vivienne.

And ever since, she had been much happier. This was the first time she had been angry since her recovery.

“Have you no shame?” Charlotte shouted at Class One team. “Picking on girls! What a display of ‘strength“!”

Class One looked embarrassed. They, too, thought Tristan’s actions were distasteful.

Arabella, however, scoffed and said, “The court is a battlefield. You aim for your opponent’s weakness. As long as it’s within the rules, it’s fair game. It’s just a strategy.”

She did have a point, and Class Eighteen was left speechless.

“Look at Ms. Vivienne!” Faye suddenly shouted excitedly.

On the court, Vivienne easily dodged her opponents, no matter how hard they targeted her.

She cast a glance at Tristan, effortlessly caught the ball, and passed it to Percival.

She raised an eyebrow and spoke softly, “Percival, they are bullying me. Will you teach them a lesson?”

Ah, the perks of having a fiancé. She had someone to fight her battles.

Percival’s face darkened the moment Tristan began targeting Vivienne.

“Sure, I’ll teach them some manners!”

they weren’t in school, he wouldn’t mind teaching Tristan a lesson his

But no matter.

do it the civilized

ball and easily dribbled past his

no time, he was the center

the Class

the court, filled with greed and resentment. He was supposed to be hers; she was the one who gave him up

half–time, Class Eighteen was on cloud nine, looking at Class One

boys from the Class One complained to Tristan. “Coach, if you didn’t want to

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so. Was it necessary to target Vivienne and

passed all the balls to Mr. Ellington, and

shot ourselves in the

scored a single point. On the other hand, Class Eighteen, with two girls on the

defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a girl,

point was clear. The blame lay with the four boys, who couldn’t even guard

fault that Coach Tristan deliberately threw the ball at Ms. Vivienne instead of his teammates, allowing the other team

four boys looked

up!” Tristan glared at them, and they fell silent. They were intimidated

of Class Eighteen, who were cheering happily. Vivienne and Percival were the center

would be the weak links, but Vivienne’s ball

play normally in the second half. We

eyes but didn’t

some scoring opportunities, but Percival and

the score gap had

eyes flashed with malice. He deliberately fouled and injured Oberon while fighting for a rebound. Oberon fell to the ground, clutching his ankle and crying out

“My foot!”

in a panic. Vivienne hurried over to check on

It

shame!” Charlotte was so angry that she addressed Tristan

accident.” Tristan replied nonchalantly, his attitude

mask as she pressed gently against Oberon’s ankle. After she adjusted his sprained bone into