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 lesson his

But no matter.

do it the

the ball and easily dribbled past his opponents. He scored

he was the center of

Eighteen cheered. Even the Class One girls couldn’t help

the court, filled with greed and resentment. He was supposed to

was on cloud nine, looking

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

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it necessary to target Vivienne and

passed all the balls to Mr. Ellington, and we didn’t score a

ourselves in the

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

to Tristan’s defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a girl, was

point was clear. The blame lay with the four boys, who couldn’t even guard one

at Ms. Vivienne instead of his teammates, allowing

boys looked

they fell

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

the weak links, but

normally in the second half. We can win.”

eyes but didn’t say

They finally had some scoring opportunities, but

score gap had widened

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

“My foot!”

Class Eighteen rushed over in a panic. Vivienne hurried over

It was

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

an accident.” Tristan replied nonchalantly, his

was set in a stern mask as she pressed gently against Oberon’s ankle. After she adjusted his sprained bone into place, the pain seemed to lessen, but there was no way he could play