The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 165

Class Eighteen burst into cheers, but the students from Class One didn’t hang their heads in defeat. They just felt utterly embarrassed, especially the four boys who had participated in the game.

Tristan was completely livid, but what really stung was seeing Arabella run towards Percival, who was lounging on a bench with a bottle of water in her hand. “Percival, you must be tired after playing so long. Have a drink. My sister really neglected you.”

Vivienne looked at Arabella, her eyes filled with amusement.

Percival didn’t even bat an eye. With a casual flick of his foot, he kicked a basketball lying at his feet towards Arabella.

Arabella was suddenly tripped by the basketball and fell heavily to the ground, spilling the water all over herself.

“Arabella!” Tristan rushed over to help her up.

“Why do you always treat me like this?” Arabella asked Percival, clearly discontented.

“Just get rid of that ball. It’s filthy.” Percival said indifferently to Logan.

Logan immediately instructed his classmates to toss the ball into the trash, even going so far as to wrap it in

a plastic bag in front of Arabella, clearly indicating that they too found it disgusting.

“Percival, you’re going too far!” Tristan was about to defend Arabella.

“Why don’t you start by apologizing to Coral and Oberon?!” Charlotte said, pointing at Tristan.

“Right! Apologize!” Class Eighteen was united in their anger. Their last gym class had been spoiled by two injuries, both caused by Tristan.

“I won’t accept this!” Tristan refused to back down. “My team was weak. But I didn’t lose!”

The four boys from Class One turned green. Tristan didn’t care; he was too busy pointing at Percival and challenging him. “Let’s have a one–on–one. Whoever scores more wins!”

Percival seemed to regard him as a clown.

“You’re scared?” Tristan’s eyes were bloodshot with madness. He had been humiliated too many times by Percival and Vivienne, and he was on the brink of losing it.

“Mr. Ellington, play him! Knock his teeth out! Let’s see if he dares talk big afterwards!” The students of Class. Eighteen, outraged at Tristan’s arrogance, were egging Percival on.

his slightly ruffled shirt, then looked up and smirked. His smile was cold and shallow. “Let’s play,

The appetizer was over.

was time for

decide who goes first,

to Tristan. “No need. You

the ball, feeling a bit embarrassed. According to the rules he had learned from his years with the Brooks family, winning was all that mattered, regardless of the means or the

didn’t know that his

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break through

the ball was in Percival’s hands. and then it hit him straight

are you playing the player or the

indifferently, not bothering

the ball back to him, his aura leaving no room for refusal.

Tristan was furious.

Percival, his eyes blazing with intense anger. Today, he was determined to make Percival kneel before

but just like before, he couldn’t even see Percival’s shadow before the ball

though Percival seemed to simply toss the

like his nose was

was almost falling apart. Percival didn’t even bother to spare him

dirty!” Tristan gritted his teeth, enduring the pain all over his body.

and he fell to his knees.

so much pain that he almost fainted.

Percival threw the ball at him, his tone commanding. “Get up

Tristan was furious.

at Percival with eyes filled with fire.

stepped on his leg, adding a bit more

Crack!

sound of his

his leg, howling in pain. “My

and rushed

Tristan over and stepped on his foot. “Last chance.

he was about

he didn’t surrender, he would have his leg

glanced at him indifferently,

on

you apologizing to?”