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.”

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

head, embarrassed. “He wasn’t much 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 get me to focus on my studies. At

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

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

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

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

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

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

What’s going on? Did your family shut you down? Where are

just don’t see the point anymore. I’ve wasted a lot of time and want to catch

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

it was never about the

dismissive words struck a nerve. Joe had thought they shared a passion for racing, but now he saw some of them were in it solely

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

motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path

serious. I won’t be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them