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

But no matter.

would do it the

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

was the center of attention, scoring twenty

cheered. Even the Class One girls couldn’t help but scream in excitement for

court, filled with greed and resentment. He was supposed to be hers; she was the

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

complained to Tristan. “Coach, if you didn’t want

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so. Was it necessary to target Vivienne and throw the ball at

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

shot ourselves in

and his team’s actions were disgraceful, and they hadn’t scored a single point. On the other hand,

blame Tristan?” Arabella came to Tristan’s defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a girl, was

was clear. The blame lay

ball at Ms. Vivienne instead of his

boys looked

and they fell silent.

Eighteen, who were cheering happily. Vivienne and Percival were

weak links, but Vivienne’s ball control

second half.

eyes but

Vivienne and Anna. They finally had some scoring opportunities, but Percival and Vivienne’s skills were too formidable, and the score

second half, the score gap

for a rebound. Oberon fell to the ground, clutching his ankle and

“My foot!”

a panic. Vivienne

ankle was swollen. It was

was so angry that she addressed Tristan by his first name, omitting

was an accident.” Tristan replied nonchalantly,

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