Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Grace said, “Son, as long as you want to study, I will support you, whether it’s for a double degree or even ten degrees! I’m so happy right now. If you’re joking, please tell me, or else I’ll take you seriously!”

Joe smiled and hugged Grace’s arm. “Mom, can’t I truly want to be like my brother and make you proud?”

Grace rubbed his yellow hair affectionately. “I used to be proud of you, but after you dyed your hair yellow, not so much.”

Joe was speechless. “Then I’ll dye it back.”

Grace immediately handed him a card from the hair salon. “Go quickly. It closes at midnight, so there’s still time today.”

Joe was delighted, realizing his mother had been unhappy with his yellow hair for a long time. “Alright, alright, I’ll go now.”

As she handed him his coat and sent him out, Grace asked, “Sweetheart, earlier you mentioned that someone talked to you, and that’s what made you change your mind. Was it your teacher?”

“Not my teacher, but he does like to teach others,” Joe replied. Though, in reality, he was just a crafty liar—an extremely capable one.

Grace was curious. “He just said a few words, and you suddenly saw the light? I’ve talked to you countless times, and nothing changed.”

20 kilometers, saying if I won, he’d let me join his team. He’s ten years older than me, and at that moment, I thought, ‘How could I lose

faster than me, but I underestimated him. He’s incredibly strong—no, terrifyingly strong! I feel like there’s nothing he can’t do. He wasn’t really trying to recruit me; he just wanted to preach to me, to

many people in Rivera who could

persuaded to return to school. Connecting the dots, Grace

didn’t respond directly. She only told Joe to come home quickly

young and carefree, didn’t notice Grace’s shift

friend called. “Where are you? It’s late, and the race starts in a few hours. Why

promise to Keegan and the hope he’d given his mother, he resisted. “I’m

We’ve been planning this for ages, and now you’re backing out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you down? Where are you? I

see the point anymore. I’ve wasted a

down? Your family’s loaded—what’s the point? Quit joking and get over here. There’s a million-dollar

uneasy. This race wasn’t an official event—it was a high-stakes, illegal race designed for adrenaline junkies. The prize money was tempting, but it was never about the money for Joe. His family had plenty. He joined the race for the thrill, hoping to meet a former

for racing, but now he saw some

risked their lives, betting everything for a big payout. He was shocked at first, but his teammates spoke

about goals and motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path and

won’t be participating in these races anymore. You should