VENUS REVENGE
Chapter 21. Wh who?

Don't forget to like me.

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Venus has never been to the museum. So he was a little more excited. “You like to museum?” ask Chester.

“I've never been there. I really want to know what it is,” replied Venus honestly.

Chester was silent to hear it. Staring concernedly at the girl next to him. “Begin only. Since you've never seen a collection there, you can walk around, later. I'll look for you when my business is done.”

“Thank you.” Venus pleased with Chester's generosity. He did want to see a collection that his schoolmates said was very unique and unreasonable.

They entered the museum easily, after Chester showed his invitation.

“Museum collections are on the first and second floors. I have business on the third floor. You beware of unknown people,” Chester's message.

“Oke.”

Venus left Chester and stepped towards a pair of wooden statues not far from there. There is no evidence whatsoever around the statue, until it is considered just a decoration of the entrance only. Venus continued to look at every collection that was mounted on the wall, or in a glass box, in the middle of the room.

None of the museum's collections escaped his attention. He kept looking around, until he went up to the next floor. Several men were seen walking together on the second floor. Seeing a beautiful woman riding alone, they looked at each other.

“Do you know him?” ask one of the.

“I've never seen it. Very pretty!” others chimed in.

“I've heard my family talk about General Chester Moriarty's daughter. They say, her beauty can replace the beauty of Baroness Frisia Holloway edited by Hugo von Amstel!” answer the other young man.

“You mean, she is the daughter of Mr Moriarty?”

“Why has he never appeared?”

“Maybe she went to school abroad?”

They guessed the origin of the stunningly beautiful woman who was walking around gracefully on the second floor of the museum.

“If you dare not, let me approach!” One cannot help getting acquainted.

“Do not mess around, otherwise you want your family visited Mr Moriarty!” others warned.

“Not necessarily her daughter. It could just be a traveler on summer vacation here!” The man showed a triumphant smile on his face.

“Ahh! Why don't we think so? Maybe he is just a tourist who wants to find a pleasant atmosphere in the lake Springhills!” Others are starting to think openly.

“Then, let's go there and try to get acquainted!” bring someone. The group had only walked a few steps, when his friend returned with a wry face.

They're cloaking. “What's up?” ask them curious.

“She's Mr Moriarty's daughter!” replied his friend while pursing his lips.

“Sial!”

“Near Frisia is still simpler than this!” the other grunts turned around. His friends followed from behind. They continued to look through the museum's collection after failing to approach a general's daughter.

Venus smiles in the distance. He continued to look at the museum. There were more visitors on the second floor. Several times he passed by a group of students who were looking at and recording information in one collection.

After getting tired of walking around and feeling bored, the phone looks. No message from Chester. Venus felt stupid, because she did not ask, how long will the man handle his affairs. Finally he chose to sit resting on the balcony of the museum which functioned as a resting place for visitors who were tired of walking around.

“I just saw you for the first time in this city. Are you a tourist or a native?” ask her while judging Venus.

“Do you feel rivaled to see my presence here?” Venus asked back and glanced at the woman with the corner of her eye. It looks very cynical, typical of Venus that is thin and frank.

“Hah! Who are you until I have to feel rivaled?” The woman looked at him lightly.

“Then, get out of the way! Your presence only disturbs the scenery!” reply Venus is no less sharp.

“You!” The girl could barely contain herself, as her friend called to join them.

“Darcy, let's go. Elliot has arrived at the cafe!” bring friend.

“Lucky I'm too busy to serve you!” then he got on and left.

“Hahaha ... busy chasing Elliot Morgan?”

 Venus laughed out loud as she glanced at a point behind the roadside tree. He then stood up and leaned his hands on the trellis. Balconies. Look at the girls who just came down. His face was smiling funny and mocking. After the girls came out, Venus shouted towards them.

“Spirit!” Then the sound of her laughter broke.

The girl who was reprimanding him, looked towards the balcony and her face turned red. Either because of shame, offence, or anger. Venus doesn't care. He waved his hand to accompany the departure of the girl group.

Venus is back in the museum. He took a quick look around all over the place. He took his cell phone and typed in a message. “Be careful. I feel like I saw something suspicious!”

It didn't take long, Chester's message came in.

“Do not do anything. You just go wait in the cafe some time. If I'm not back in an hour, then just go home!”

“What do you mean not to return?”

“Let me explain. Now follow my orders!” reply Chester.

“Let me handle them!”

“They are not the ones you can face! Get out of there now!” that was Chester's last message. Venus went straight down to the ground floor and came out with calm and graceful steps. An information paper that the museum provided was used as a fan, a hot air repellent.

His footsteps forced him to lead to another block on that road. He wanted to see what really happened. But as Chester said, he had to obey orders.

Tracing the hot air under the shade of the shade tree, made his worried heart become even more uncomfortable.

“Heh, are you following us too?” There was a rough voice of a girl from a cafe.

Venus turned her head and soon found out that they were a group of girls who had been harassing her at the museum. But he doesn't care. His steps just kept walking towards the building on the other block of that road.

“Hah! Do you know who he is? So arrogant!” furious girl who ignored Venus.

Elliot Morgan is seen talking to Venus before the girl crosses. “He also knows Elliot!” his friends said.

“But he seems not interested in Elliot. Look, he just keeps crossing!” obviously another girl.

While inside Venus' head, she kept thinking. “Who are those who made Chester send such messages?”

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