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.”

his team. He’s ten years older than me, and

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 to talk to me, but then I realized he’s wealthier than our family, so

had to admit, there weren’t many

and right afterward, Joe was persuaded to return to school.

told

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

are you? It’s late, and the race starts in a few hours. Why aren’t you here for a final test

but when he remembered his promise to Keegan and the hope he’d given his

ages, and now you’re backing out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you

point anymore. I’ve wasted

buckle down? Your family’s loaded—what’s the point? Quit joking

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

words struck a nerve. Joe had thought they shared a passion for racing, but now he saw

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

understood what Keegan meant about goals and motivations. He’d chosen

“I’m serious. I won’t be participating in these races