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.”

to run 20 kilometers, saying if I won, he’d let me join his team. He’s ten

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 get me to focus on my studies. At first, I thought you’d hired him

weren’t many people in Rivera who could out-earn

visited, and right afterward, Joe was persuaded to return to school. Connecting the dots, Grace

only told Joe to come home quickly

carefree, didn’t notice Grace’s shift in mood. He cheerfully agreed

long after, his racing friend called. “Where are you? It’s late, and the race starts in a few hours. Why aren’t you here

Keegan and the hope he’d given his mother, he resisted.

you serious? 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

see the point anymore. I’ve wasted

three courses last semester, and now you want to buckle down? Your family’s loaded—what’s the point? Quit

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 F1

friend’s dismissive words struck a nerve. Joe had thought they shared a passion for racing, but

their motivations differed from his own. For some, racing was a dangerous shortcut to wealth. He’d heard stories about illegal races where drivers risked their lives, betting everything for a

goals and motivations. He’d chosen

newfound clarity, Joe said, “I’m serious. I won’t be participating in these races