The Million-Dollar Heart novel 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!”

If they weren’t in school, he wouldn't mind teaching Tristan a lesson his way.

But no matter.

He would do it the civilized way.

Percival took the ball and easily dribbled past his opponents. He scored layups, dunked, and hit three-pointers.

In no time, he was the center of attention, scoring twenty points.

Each time he scored, Class Eighteen cheered. Even the Class One girls couldn’t help but scream in excitement for him.

Arabella watched Percival’s graceful figure on the court, filled with greed and resentment. He was supposed to be hers; she was the one who gave him up to Vivienne.

During half-time, Class Eighteen was on cloud nine, looking at Class One with contempt.

The four boys from the Class One complained to Tristan. “Coach, if you didn’t want to win, you should have just said so. Was it necessary to target Vivienne and throw the ball at her?”

“Exactly! Not only is Ms. Vivienne unscathed, she even passed all the balls to Mr. Ellington, and we didn’t score a single point!”

“Damn! We shot ourselves in the foot!”

Class One was silent. Tristan and his team’s actions were disgraceful, and they hadn’t scored a single point. On the other hand, Class Eighteen, with two girls on the team, were leading by twenty points.

“How can you blame Tristan?” Arabella came to Tristan’s defense. “Targeting Vivienne, a girl, was a smart strategy. Who knew that you four couldn’t even…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but her point was clear. The blame lay with the four boys, who couldn't even guard one girl.

“So, it's our fault that Coach Tristan deliberately threw the ball at Ms. Vivienne instead of his teammates, allowing the other team to score?”