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

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

her, but she had to admit, there weren’t many people in Rivera who could out-earn the Esper family. She thought hard

to school. Connecting the dots, Grace felt it was likely Trevor who’d

her coat and didn’t respond directly. She only told Joe to come home quickly and not stay out

notice Grace’s shift in mood. He cheerfully

late, and the race

he remembered his promise to Keegan and the hope he’d given his mother, he resisted. “I’m not going tonight. You guys have

What’s

just don’t see the point anymore. I’ve wasted a

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

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 F1 driver rumored to be the

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

where drivers risked their lives, betting everything for a big payout. He was shocked at first, but his teammates spoke of it casually, as if it were

motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path and the

be participating in these