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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Everybody said John Prescott was a bastard. The origin of his financial fortune was unknown. Anonymous money periodically rained on the accounts of his societies, subdivided in a series of holdings that passed money to each other in a whirlwind that confused any hopes of analysis. His interests, like an octopus, reached any field of finance, he controlled newspapers, TV channels, banks, supermarkets, slot machines. Evil rumors also spoke of drug trafficking. His newspapers, on the other hands, praised his skills and his generosity. But on a quarter moon night...
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Everybody said John Prescott was a bastard. The origin of his financial fortune was unknown. Anonymous money periodically rained on the accounts of his societies, subdivided in a series of holdings that passed money to each other in a whirlwind that confused any hopes of analysis. His interests, like an octopus, reached any field of finance, he controlled newspapers, TV channels, banks, supermarkets, slot machines. Evil rumors also spoke of drug trafficking. His newspapers, on the other hands, praised his skills and his generosity. But on a quarter moon night...