Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 98

Death is but a pa**age. What is there to fear?”

Jose raised his head and walked confidently. He looked as if he was welcoming death.

Suddenly, Marcus yelled, “What are you doing, Jose? Are you trying to doom the Torres clan? Back off right now!”

Marcus was terrified. Jose bravely stood up for the Torres clan, but Marcas scolded him instead. He was afraid of offending Cole

Jose shook his head and sighed. He said, “Mister Torres, it’s thanks to my mentor that I’ve achieved what I have today. I will now repay this debt I owe him with my life. This way, I’ll be able to let his soul rest in peace.”

“Are you crazy? Do you think you can defeat Mister Lane? You’re not being grateful! You’re trying to doom the Torres clan instead,” scolded Marcus while he buttered up to Cole, “Mister Lane, please, Mister Lane. Just spare my life and all of the Torres clan’s a**ets will be yours. The Torres can is willing to work for you. Please have mercy.”

Cole laughed and looked at Jose. He asked, “Do you wish to sacrifice your life for someone like him?”

Jose ignored him and told Marcus, “Mister Torres, I asked Mister Penn to come help us. He could easily handle Cole with his capabilities. However, you treated him with indifference and a lack of respect. I am too ashamed to ask him for his help now. I’ll repay the Torres clan with my life today, and from now on, we don’t owe each other anything.”

Having said that, Aura surped from his body as he yelled at Cole, “Bring it on ”

“Good. Since you’re so full of spirit, I’ll kill you first before I deal with the rest of them.” Cole grinned maliciously and walked toward Jose

Jose was in a defensive stance, and the Aura in his body was surging. It was clear that he was ready to fight with his life on the line.

Marcus said, “Mister Lane, this is the personal actions of Jose Smithson, and it has nothing to do with the Torres clan. Please

don’t blame the Torres clan

Jose shook his head, but he was still determined.

Cole laughed and threw a blade straight at Jose. A sharp whistle echoed in the air.

“Jose Smithson, sacrificing yourself for someone like him is a waste. I feel bad for you,” Cole bellowed.

Jose scoffed. Spiritual energy radiance gleaned on his fists as he fearlessly tried a counterattack.