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!”

they weren’t in school, he wouldn’t mind teaching Tristan

But no matter.

would do it the civilized

and easily dribbled past his opponents. He scored layups,

no time, he was the center of

Even the Class One girls couldn’t help but scream in

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

Class Eighteen was on cloud nine, looking at Class

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

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necessary to target Vivienne and throw the ball at

passed all the

shot ourselves in the

was silent. Tristan and his team’s actions were disgraceful, and they hadn’t scored a single point.

to Tristan’s defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a girl, was a smart strategy. Who knew that you four couldn’t

didn’t finish her sentence, but her point was clear. The blame lay

at Ms. Vivienne instead of his teammates, allowing the

four boys looked

them, and they fell silent. They were intimidated by his malicious

Eighteen, who were cheering happily. Vivienne and Percival were the

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

normally in the second half. We can

boys rolled their eyes

finally had some scoring opportunities, but Percival

score gap had widened to sixty

fouled and injured Oberon while fighting for a rebound. Oberon fell to the ground, clutching his ankle and crying out

“My foot!”

of Class Eighteen rushed over in a panic. Vivienne

ankle was swollen. It was a serious

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

Tristan replied nonchalantly, his

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