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.”

He’s ten years older than me, and at that moment, I thought, ‘How could

just wanted to preach to me, to get me to focus on my studies. At first, I thought you’d

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

was persuaded to return to school. Connecting

She only told Joe to come home

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

race starts in a few hours. Why

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

out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you down? Where are you? I can get you out

see the point anymore. I’ve wasted

friend laughed. “You? Studying hard? You failed three courses last semester, and now 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 got it all planned out. Don’t let me

never about the money for Joe. His family had

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

wealth. He’d heard stories about illegal races where drivers risked their lives, betting everything for a big payout. He was shocked at

about goals and motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path and the wrong friends. Their

Joe said, “I’m serious. I won’t be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them too—one wrong move, and it’s all