Chapter 947 Fate Without Destiny

• Sitting quietly, sipping his coffee, Julian Cross furrowed his brow. Could it be that he was hallucinating? Why did this voice sound so much like Xu Mianmian?
• He turned his head and looked down, but apart from the fair-haired and blue-eyed Ferropene people, he didn't see a single oriental face.
• Shaking his head, Julian Cross couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. Since he had already let go, he shouldn't be indulging in random thoughts.