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.”

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 to an old-timer?’ But

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

to admit, there weren’t many

visited, and right afterward, Joe was persuaded to return to

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

carefree, didn’t notice Grace’s shift

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 for a

when he remembered his promise to Keegan and the hope

now you’re backing out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you down? Where

point anymore. I’ve wasted a lot

Your family’s loaded—what’s the point? Quit joking and get over here. There’s a million-dollar prize. We’ve got it all planned out. Don’t let me down

designed for adrenaline junkies. The prize money was tempting, but it was never about the money for Joe. His

shared a passion for racing, but now he saw some of them were in it solely for the

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

meant about goals and motivations. He’d chosen the

be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them too—one wrong move, and it’s all