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!”

wouldn’t mind teaching Tristan a lesson his

But no matter.

would do it

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

time, he was the center of attention,

Eighteen cheered. Even the Class

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

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

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

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to target Vivienne and throw

is Ms. Vivienne unscathed, she even passed all the

ourselves in the

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

“Targeting Vivienne, a girl, was

her sentence, but her point was clear. The blame lay with the four

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

boys

Tristan glared at them, and they fell

looked at the members of Class Eighteen, who were cheering happily. Vivienne and Percival were the center of attention.

they would be the weak links, but

the second half. We can win.”

boys rolled their eyes but

had some

second half, the score gap

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

“My foot!”

in a panic. Vivienne

ankle was swollen. It was

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

was an accident.” Tristan replied nonchalantly, his

against Oberon’s ankle. After she adjusted his sprained bone into place, the pain seemed to lessen, but