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 challenged me to run 20 kilometers, saying if I won, he’d let me join his team. He’s ten years older than me, and at that

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 he’s wealthier

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

to return to school. Connecting the dots, Grace felt it was likely Trevor who’d

directly. She only told Joe to come home quickly and not

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

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

but 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

don’t see the point anymore. I’ve wasted

family’s loaded—what’s the point?

was never about the money for Joe. His family had plenty. He joined the race for the thrill, hoping to meet a former F1 driver rumored to be the

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

realized their motivations differed from his own. For some, racing was a dangerous shortcut to wealth. He’d heard stories about illegal races where drivers risked

understood what Keegan meant about goals and motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path and the wrong friends. Their dreams weren’t the

said, “I’m serious. I won’t be participating in these races anymore.