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 the civilized

ball and easily dribbled past his opponents.

he was the center

Class One girls couldn’t help

was supposed to be hers; she was the one who

Eighteen was on cloud nine, looking at Class One with

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

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necessary to target Vivienne and throw the ball at

she even passed all the balls to Mr. Ellington,

We shot ourselves

hadn’t scored a single point. On the other

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

clear. The blame lay with the

ball at Ms. Vivienne instead

four boys looked

glared at them, and they fell

of Class Eighteen, who were cheering happily. Vivienne and Percival were the center

links, but Vivienne’s

second half. We can

eyes but didn’t say anything

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

second half, the score gap had widened to sixty

for a rebound. Oberon fell to the

“My foot!”

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

It was a

that she addressed Tristan by

was an accident.” Tristan replied nonchalantly, his

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