Novel & Cerita Naomi Scott Ethnicity

"Yea,she's something like Latino or Hispanic and her mom is like Mexican I believe" "Yea,I can tell that she's Latino" "Because how crazy she is?" Jacob nods. "What about you?" "What about me?" "What's your nationality? I can see a little bit of Hispanic in you" "I'm Native American,I got it from my dad but my mom is black" "Really?" Jacob asked Sophia nodded. "I mostly look like my dad" "Nice,Native American.Now I see why you're so hard" Sophia laughed. "Yea,I'll never let my gaurd down.I must protect myself from harm's way"

Those days she wants to get back. “Signora, here is the file you requested.” Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of her butler. “Huh, that was faster than I thought,” Naomi exclaimed as she received the brown envelope. She was full of curiosity when she opened the envelope but the disappointment quickly washed over her when she saw what the file has to say. Naomi laughed when she realized that the woman Levi is crazy about used to be a stripper and a single mother left by her boyfriend the day she announced her pregnancy. Naomi thought, she was no competition.

This woman was truly shameless. Fiona had been here for a couple of days and she was already accusing her of something. “Miss Jiang, I have only been here for a couple of days. Or have you forgotten that?” “You–” Fiona smiled at Naomi. Despite being distraught, Naomi looked divine in her makeup. She was wearing a pale blue suit that highlighted her curves. It wasn’t vulgar or anything. In fact, it looked cool and fashionable. With her hair in a bun, Naomi looked professional and intimidating at that same time.

"Get your asses to the 987 Bar! Anyone who doesn't show up can forget about hanging out anymore!" They knew Naomi was not joking. Naomi held a high status in their circle, being Zayan's daughter. Many of the people who mixed in the Kennington scene were third-generation descendants of cabinet members, and they addressed her as Aunt Naomi when they saw her!

" Wow. This is so beautiful. You won't believe I met his father almost the same way. Only he didn't own a club, but I worked the bars and he just waltzed in, stressed, and exhausted. We talked, I served him a drink and that was how it all started." Naomi giggles. " That's really beautiful." " Thank you. I hope he wasn't hard on you. Sometimes my son always forgets every woman is different." " Yeah, he did forget that for a while." Naomi says and turns to look at me. She winks at me. " Well, I'm Swedish, I'm pretty sure Killian hasn't talked about me." " Yeah, he hasn't. Don't blame him." Naomi says. " I'm from New York, my mother is from Cuba."

she asked, and I slowly nodded my head. I didn’t want to feel like a black sheep among white sheeps. Naomi is a famous model in California, which means other celebrities like her will be attending her birthday. I wouldn’t want to feel out of place. If not for the fact that I worked so hard to build my own clothing line, I would have still remained an orphan without belonging to a high class or a reputable family.

Finally. Naomi is back.

"Whatever you're doing, take care of your health first. You've lost weight recently!" Scott suddenly remembered something and looked at his mother. "Mom, you mentioned before which ethnic group Yasmine is from?" Seeing his interest in Yasmine, his mother smiled. "You're finally showing interest in Yasmine? Her father is from the Yaren tribe. She's mixed-race and very beautiful. She'd be a great match for you!" Scott looked back at his documents and noticed a connection. The Yaren people were known for their skills in making medicines and poisons. Could there be a link?

Clarissa forced a few teardrops out and deliberately did it in front of Scott, sobbing aggrievedly. "My mother never gave birth to a scheming pretentious b*tch like you!" Naomi said while rolling her eyes. "Naomi! How could you say such words! Look at yourself! Look at you! How would your late mother feel if she were to see you like that!" Scott defended Clarissa. He even brought up Naomi's dead mother, Rachel Shaw. When Naomi heard what Scott said, she pursed her lips tightly. "You're one to talk! Your mistress' daughter is older than I am. Is this how you show loyalty to my mother?"

Her surname was her mother's maiden name. Grace Adaeze Bridges. Dead four years. Naomi had taken her mother's surname name after she died and quietly buried the one she was born with, the one on her original birth certificate that Darius had spent most of the night tracking down through Lagos civil records and a contact who owed him a favour. I read the name on that birth certificate slowly. Then I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a long moment. NAOMI COLE. Cole. As in Vivienne Cole. As in the woman who was supposed to be standing at my altar yesterday morning. As in the real bride.