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!”

he wouldn’t mind teaching Tristan a

But no matter.

would do it

took the ball and easily dribbled past his opponents. He scored layups, dunked, and

time, he was the center of attention,

Class One girls couldn’t help but

watched Percival’s graceful figure on the court, filled with greed and resentment. He was supposed to be

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

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

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to target Vivienne and

Ms. Vivienne unscathed, she even passed all the balls to Mr. Ellington,

shot ourselves

they hadn’t scored a single point. On the other hand, Class Eighteen, with two girls on

defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a

blame lay

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

four boys

at them, and they fell silent. They were intimidated by his

happily. Vivienne and Percival were the center of attention. He

but Vivienne’s ball control and Anna’s

in the second half. We can win.” Tristan

rolled their eyes but didn’t say anything

finally had some scoring opportunities,

second half, the score gap had widened to sixty

malice. He deliberately fouled and injured Oberon while fighting for a rebound.

“My foot!”

Eighteen rushed over in a

ankle was swollen. It was a serious

was so angry that she addressed

was an accident.” Tristan

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