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.”

ten years older than me, and at that moment, I thought, ‘How could I lose to an old-timer?’ But

He wasn’t really trying to recruit me; he just wanted

words unintentionally hurt her, but she had to admit, there weren’t many

right afterward, Joe was persuaded to return to school. Connecting the dots, Grace felt it

only told Joe to come home quickly and not stay out

didn’t notice Grace’s shift in mood. He

called. “Where are you? It’s late, and the race starts in

pang of nostalgia, but when he remembered his promise to Keegan and the hope he’d given his mother, he resisted.

backing out? What’s

anymore. I’ve wasted a lot of time and want to catch

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

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

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

racing was a dangerous shortcut to wealth. He’d heard stories about illegal races where drivers risked their lives, betting everything for a big payout. He was

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

serious. I won’t be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them too—one wrong move,