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!”

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

But no matter.

it the civilized

dribbled past his opponents. He scored

the

he scored, Class Eighteen cheered. Even the Class One girls couldn’t help but scream in

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

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

to Tristan. “Coach, if you

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necessary to target Vivienne and throw the

Not only is Ms. Vivienne unscathed, she even passed all the balls

We shot ourselves in the

point. On

defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a girl, was a smart strategy.

The blame lay with the four boys,

our fault that Coach Tristan deliberately threw the ball at Ms. Vivienne instead

four boys looked

them, and they fell silent. They were intimidated

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

thought they would be the weak links, but Vivienne’s ball control

play normally in the second half. We can win.”

their eyes but didn’t

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

through the second half, the score

fouled and injured Oberon while fighting for a rebound.

“My foot!”

rushed over in a panic.

It

you have no shame!” Charlotte was so angry that she addressed Tristan by his first name,

an accident.” Tristan

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