The Million-Dollar Heart

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.

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,

fixed his slightly ruffled shirt, then looked up and smirked.

The appetizer was over.

time for

to decide who goes first, or toss–up?”

tossed the ball to Tristan. “No need.

had learned from his years with the Brooks family, winning was all that mattered, regardless

know that his nightmare was

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break through Percival’s

could react, the ball was in Percival’s hands. and

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

Percival replied indifferently, not bothering to hide his

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

Tristan was furious.

at Percival, his eyes blazing with intense anger. Today, he

see Percival’s shadow before the

Percival seemed to simply toss the ball,

his nose was

falling apart. Percival

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

remaining leg, and he fell

pain that he

at him, his tone commanding.

Tristan was furious.

glared at Percival with eyes filled with fire. “I won’t let you get

on his leg, adding a bit more

Crack!

was the sound of

Tristan held his leg, howling in

was startled and

kicked Tristan over and stepped on his

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