My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 164

Vivienne’s POV

The bus arrived.

After the tour guide confirmed our identities, she instructed us to board.

There were already about ten people on the bus, faces from all over the world.

Sophie walked to the front, picked a row of empty seats, and sat all the way in the back. I took a seat on the aisle side, with Ariana sitting across from me.

Sophie glanced around at the bus’s amenities and said to me, "This bus is pretty fancy, and it even has air conditioning. When I was researching this trip, I saw other tour groups that had old vans—small, shabby, nothing special, just some cookies to snack on."

"Must be that this tour package is a bit more expensive," I guessed.

For some reason, ever since I left the hotel, I’d had the feeling that a sharp gaze was fixed on me, making me uneasy. It felt like there was a constant presence behind me, even on the bus. But when I looked around just now, I didn’t notice anything unusual.

The passenger in front overheard us and chimed in, "No, the price is the same. I’ve been on this trip before."

"Then this travel agency must be new?" I asked.

If this agency had been around for a while, the bus would’ve been full, and they wouldn’t have still had available seats last night.

The passenger nodded and replied, "I heard it’s their first day."

The tour guide, overhearing our conversation, came over to explain, "Actually, this tour has been running for a while, but a new owner just sponsored us a new bus. You’re the first group of guests on our new vehicle."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised, but didn’t comment.

Sophie smiled. "Ah, I see. We’re really lucky, then!"

The guide agreed, her eyes sparkling as she stole a glance at me.

The bus then started up again and continued picking up other tourists.

After a few more pickups, the bus drove out of the city.

To see the Aurora, the sky had to be clear, with no light pollution, no moon, and no thick clouds. That’s why the best spots to view the Aurora are always in the countryside.

On both sides of the road, the landscape was a blanket of white snow, dotted with sparse trees.

After about an hour of travel, a tourist in the front suddenly shouted, "Look! The Aurora!"

I looked up through the window.

There, against the blue and purple sky, a bright streak of green appeared, twisting like a winding ribbon. It shimmered among the stars—clear, brilliant, mysterious, and mesmerizing.

In the blink of an eye, that streak of Aurora vanished, as quickly as a flash of fire on a festival night.

Many tourists didn’t even have time to take out their phones.

But that brief glimpse had a tremendous impact on everyone.

Soon, all the passengers on the bus were leaning against the windows, eyes glued to the view outside, chattering excitedly.

After about twenty more minutes, the mysterious Aurora appeared again in the vast sky—half green, half purple, with an incredibly bright glow. The light was so intense that it brightened half the sky, tinting the mountains below with a shade of purple.

The passengers inside the bus were thrilled and quickly took out their phones, snapping pictures through the windows.

The Aurora hung in the sky, lingering for what felt like an eternity.

The bus continued forward, and it felt as though the Aurora was drawing closer with each passing moment.

Before long, the bus came to a stop in a wide, open space, and the tourists quickly rushed off the bus.

I stared at the sky in front of me, utterly stunned by the breathtaking sight.

The landscape here is vast and open. The sky stretches endlessly, almost as if it’s hovering just above the ground, so close you feel like you could reach out and touch it. Blues, purples, and greens merge into the Aurora, an infinite expanse filling the entire sky, interspersed with white nebulae that resemble a deep, unfathomable Milky Way—shimmering and graceful. It’s awe-inspiring, making you feel the enormity of the universe and the smallness of life.

When you encounter the Aurora, taking photos is a must.

Tourists began pulling out their phones, eager to capture the beauty.

Some even brought along cameras, like Ariana.

After taking a few scenic shots, Sophie shoved her phone into my hands, eager for a picture with the Aurora.

After a few snaps, Sophie looked at the photos and exclaimed, "Vivienne, you’re amazing! What a perfect angle!"

She had managed to make both the person and the Aurora look stunning.

Ariana glanced at the screen. "What a pity, though. The phone’s camera quality is a little lacking."

She handed me her camera. "Vivienne, the photography task is yours today!"

"You’re exaggerating," I said, feeling a bit awkward as I held the camera.

"Not exaggerating at all! It looks fantastic!" Sophie insisted.

"Exactly. Don’t forget, Vivienne knows what she’s doing!" Ariana added.

In addition to being the former director of V&R, I had also worked with other brands, like those in the gaming and jewelry industries, as a marketing consultant. Beyond marketing strategies, my strongest suit was advertising design and photography.

According to some industry professionals, I had a strong sense of the camera. The commercials I produced were visually pleasing, without being overdone.

That’s why I always made sure to be present during V&R’s endorsement shoots, personally coordinating with the photographers. So far, Ariana was the photographer I worked with most comfortably. She understood my vision completely.

Ariana continued, "You make it look so easy with a phone. If you used a proper camera, the shots would be even better. Honestly, Vivienne, if you’d studied photography, I bet you’d be more famous than I am by now!"

I smiled sheepishly.

At that time, I had been completely focused on Alexander, so I pursued a major related to him.

Only now did I realize that I once had my own passions. I used to love photography as a child.

We weren’t wealthy back then, and cameras were a luxury for most families.

But my father had one, and every time he came home for the New Year, I would beg him to let me play with it.

Though he treasured his camera, he always indulged my curiosity, reminding me not to break it.

Before my father passed away, I would occasionally take his camera out to take photos when I had some free time.

After his death, I never touched a camera again. All my energy went into my studies, with my singular focus being to catch up to Alexander and earn his admiration.

I had abandoned my passion and lost myself in the process.

I’m not sure if it was because of my father or because of Alexander.

Maybe it was both.Alexander’s POV

The black sedan silently followed behind the bus.

Meanwhile, I sat in the back seat, my laptop resting on my lap.

On the screen, the live feed from the bus’s security cameras played, showing the interior of the bus.

Frederick, who was driving, muttered, "You’re putting in all this effort, and you still went onto the bus? What’s the point of hiding back here?"

I zoomed in on the screen, my gaze fixated on Vivienne, unable to look away. I murmured, "If I show myself to her, she’ll be upset."

"But everything you’re doing for her, she doesn’t even know about."

"I know, and that’s enough."

"So, what’s the point of you being in Norway? Just to watch her from a distance?"

"Mm."

Frederick fell silent.

No one on the bus noticed the black sedan following them, except for the driver and the tour guide.