Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

93. A cult?

Slowly but surely, we manage to tell each other our own stories. And at the end of the conversation, night had fallen, and the ‘eco-conservationists’ have started to believe me.

But that is only the tip of the iceberg.

“So, you call yourselves ‘eco-conservationists,’” I ask, emphasizing the sentiment behind the term with finger quotes, “what does that mean exactly?”

“We protect the forest,” says the Chief, his tone and expression clearly indicating that I’m kind of crazy for even asking that.

“Yeah, I gathered that, but what is it that you exactly do? Do you have a certain organization? Do you have campaigns? Donation rallies for your cause? How do you get sponsors to help you all in this noble venture of yours?”

Again, the group looks at me, bewildered.

“Organization?” utters the girl who talked weirdly, “campaigns? What is it that you’re saying? I recognize them as words, yet the meaning is lost on me.”

“Sponsors?” asks Geller, “never heard of them.”

“Then how on earth do you find t