Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 913

Chapter 913: Until the end of the final quarter

At the same time...

Charles looked at his team with a grim face, his eyes conveying what his mouth hadn’t said. Even before they could reach him, Hugo and Atlas already knew what was coming.

"Zoren, Atlas Bennet," he called under his breath, his expression stern. "What in the world are you two doing? Have you lost your mind or do you have a death wish?"

Zoren pressed his lips together. "I’m sorry," was all he could say, unwilling to offer excuses or explanations.

As for Atlas, he didn’t apologize right away. Instead, he simply said, "My bad."

"Is that all you’re going to say?" Charles clenched his teeth, his hands balling into tight fists, holding himself back from launching into a full-blown rant. "Aren’t you going to apologize to your team, who had to clean up after your mess?"

Zoren and Atlas lowered their heads slightly, allowing Charles to scold them without trying to defend themselves.

"Hah! You two... just because our team is winning doesn’t mean you should be so complacent. Moreover, where is the respect for your opponent in that play? You were killing their motivation by helping them and letting our team catch up!" Charles went on and on, though his anger wasn’t enough to make his blood pressure rise. "That’s enough playing — do you understand?"

"Yes," Zoren nodded, while Atlas shrugged and said, "I wasn’t playing. It was a... mistake."

"Mistake, mistake—just say you understand!"

Atlas slid his eyes to the corner while Charles continued his nonstop scolding. Meanwhile, Hugo, Jonathan, and Dean could only drink their water and catch their breaths.

Since Zoren had been "mistaking" the enemy’s basket for their own, as if there was something wrong with his memory, the three of them had no choice but to score more. This meant exerting more effort and energy. Otherwise, they would surely lose.

Atlas’s support also made it easier for Max’s team to tie the score again, adding to the challenge for Hugo, Jonathan, and Dean to overcome the mistakes of these two. If anything, it only showed Atlas’s real value on the court, as Zoren had only managed to score a point thanks to Atlas’s help. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

"Just what is wrong with these guys?" Dean mumbled to himself but didn’t have the energy for anything else—his focus was on the fourth quarter of the game.

Hugo, on the other hand, remained quiet, seemingly indifferent. His attention was on the scoreboard, staring at the tied score. Although Dean and Jonathan were just as exhausted as him, Hugo had done a lot more to tie the score. In other words, if it had been just Dean and Jonathan, things could have been worse for them.