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

But no matter.

do it the

dribbled past his opponents. He scored layups, dunked,

no time, he was the center of attention, scoring twenty

scored, Class Eighteen cheered. Even the Class One girls

on the court, filled with greed and resentment. He was supposed to be hers; she was the one who gave him

half–time, Class Eighteen was on cloud nine,

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

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target Vivienne and throw

Vivienne unscathed, she even passed all the balls to Mr. Ellington, and we didn’t score a single

We shot ourselves

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

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

was clear. The blame lay with the four boys,

it’s our fault that Coach Tristan deliberately threw the ball at

four boys

glared at them, and they fell

cheering happily. Vivienne

would be the weak links, but Vivienne’s ball

normally in the second half. We can

boys rolled their eyes but didn’t say

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

through the second half, the score gap had widened

while fighting for a rebound. Oberon fell to the ground, clutching

“My foot!”

Eighteen rushed over in a panic. Vivienne hurried

It was

was so angry that she addressed Tristan by his

Tristan replied nonchalantly, his attitude

adjusted his sprained bone into place, the pain seemed to lessen, but there was