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.”

20 kilometers, saying if 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 to an

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

admit, there weren’t many people in Rivera who could

visited, and right afterward, Joe was persuaded to return to school. Connecting the dots,

adjusted her coat and didn’t respond directly. She only told Joe to

Grace’s shift in mood.

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

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

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

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

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 down

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

shared a passion for racing, but now he saw some of them were

was a dangerous shortcut to wealth. He’d heard stories about illegal races where drivers risked

motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path and

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