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!”

in school, he wouldn’t mind

But no matter.

do it the

and easily dribbled past his opponents. He scored layups,

was the center of attention,

Eighteen cheered. Even the Class One girls

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

on cloud nine,

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

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said so. Was it necessary to target Vivienne and throw the ball

the balls to Mr.

shot ourselves

point. On the

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

was clear. The blame lay with the four boys,

deliberately threw the ball at Ms. Vivienne

boys looked

they fell silent. They were

Class Eighteen, who were cheering happily. Vivienne and Percival were the center of attention. He had underestimated Vivienne

be the weak links, but Vivienne’s

in the second half. We can win.” Tristan

eyes but didn’t

and Anna. They finally had some scoring opportunities, but Percival and

second half, the score gap

while fighting for a rebound. Oberon fell

“My foot!”

a panic. Vivienne hurried over to check on

was swollen. It was a

angry that she addressed Tristan by his first name, omitting

was an accident.” Tristan replied nonchalantly, his

in a stern mask as she pressed gently against Oberon’s ankle. After she adjusted his sprained bone into place, the pain seemed to