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.

do it

past his opponents.

he was the center of attention,

Eighteen cheered. Even the Class One girls couldn’t

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

Eighteen was on cloud nine, looking at Class One

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

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necessary to target Vivienne and

she even passed all the

ourselves in

scored a single point. On the other hand,

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

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

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

four boys

they fell silent. They were

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

be the weak links, but Vivienne’s ball control and Anna’s

the second half. We can

their eyes but didn’t

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

through the second half, the score gap had

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

“My foot!”

Members of Class Eighteen rushed over in a panic. Vivienne hurried over

It

angry that she addressed Tristan by his first name,

was an accident.” Tristan

his sprained bone into place, the pain seemed to lessen, but there was no way he could play