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.

and smirked. His smile was cold and shallow. “Let’s

The appetizer was over.

was time for

paper, scissors to decide who goes first, or

the ball to Tristan. “No need.

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

that his nightmare

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to break through

he could react, the ball was in Percival’s hands. and then it hit

yelled and covered his face. “Percival, are you playing the player or

not bothering to

ball back to him, his aura leaving no room for refusal. “It’s too late!

Tristan was furious.

anger.

continued his attacks, but just like before, he couldn’t even see Percival’s shadow before the ball was taken away. Then it hit

seemed to simply toss the ball, the force was

nose was about to

Percival

teeth, enduring the pain all over his body. “I’ll sue you for intentional injury! I need

remaining leg, and he fell to his knees. “Do

pain that he almost

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

Tristan was furious.

with fire. “I won’t

on his leg, adding a

Crack!

was the sound of his bone

his leg, howling in

startled and rushed over.

kicked Tristan over and stepped on his foot.

was in so much pain that he was about to pass out. He didn’t want to surrender, but

he didn’t surrender, he would have his leg

off him, glanced at him indifferently, and said, “Kneel!

no other choice. Tristan knelt on

apologizing to?” Percival