Chapter 483: 171: I have never lost in my entire life, but I lost to a child! _7
There was no reasoning with people like that.

In the end, Dolores Frieman might even lose control and hit someone.

Rachel Barton continued: “Well, I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first.”

Watching Rachel Barton’s retreating figure, Dolores felt helpless.

She really wanted to save her younger sister.

But reality was not ideal.

“Rachel,”

At this moment, Dolores suddenly called out to Rachel Barton.

Rachel turned her head.

Dolores continued: “No one knows how much I envy you. If you miss this chance to escape, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Having said that, Dolores turned and left.

Rachel looked at Dolores’s retreating figure, frowning slightly.

Soon, the day of the 18th arrived.

At around five in the morning, Rachel was woken up by Beatrice Black.

“Honey!”

Rachel jolted awake from her dream, “Mom, what’s wrong?”

Beatrice said with a smile, “Quickly put on this festive dress, there’s a makeup artist coming to do your makeup later.”

Festive dress?

Makeup?

Rachel was stunned.

Beatrice explained: “It’s like this. You are the first one from our village to go to college, so your parents have specially arranged for this festive gown and a makeup artist for you. Your parents want to dress you up beautifully today so that everyone knows that our Swantz Family has a very talented daughter! From our little village, a golden phoenix can emerge!”

With this explanation, all of Rachel’s doubts disappeared. She nodded and agreed: “Alright.”

Beatrice handed the red festive dress to Rachel.

Rachel took it, “Mom, why is it a wedding dress?”

Wedding dresses are usually worn for weddings.

Rachel frowned slightly.

Beatrice laughed: “In our culture, everyone wears this dress on a big happy occasion. Traditions vary by region. In some places, girls even wear this dress for their birthdays.”

“Really?” Rachel asked.

“You don’t believe your mom? Trust me, silly child, I wouldn’t deceive you.” Saying this, Beatrice joked: “Would I sell my own daughter?”

At this moment, an old woman walked in. “Mrs. Diet, are you ready? It’s time for the makeup!”

“Ready, ready!” Beatrice nodded and introduced her to Rachel, “This is Sixth Aunt.”

Rachel greeted her with a smile.

Sixth Aunt said: “This child is really beautiful! And she got into such a good university, no wonder you two want to host a College Admission Celebration Banquet. I’d do the same if it were me!”

With Sixth Aunt’s words, Rachel’s remaining doubts dissipated, and she obediently put on the wedding dress.

Although Rachel was already dressed, Beatrice was still a little worried. She brought a bowl of water to her. “Honey, you must be tired. Have some water first.”

“Okay.” Rachel took the water and drank a big gulp.

After finishing the water, Rachel initially didn’t feel anything, but gradually started to feel drowsy. Yawning, she fell asleep as if on command.

Looking at Rachel as she fell into a deep sleep, Beatrice couldn’t suppress a sneer. She immediately walked over, picked up her phone, and handed it to Ryan Diet, “Ryan, turn off her phone.”

“Alright.” Ryan took the phone, greed flashing in his eyes.

A Fruit brand phone.

It was worth quite a bit of money.

When Rachel woke up again, she found herself in a different room.

In the room, both the quilt and the curtains were red, and the word “happiness” was posted on the window.

What… What was going on?

Rachel was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that she was having a hallucination. After smacking herself on the head a few times, she found that the scene before her remained unchanged.

Where was she?

Rachel immediately went to the door and tried to open it.

But the door was locked from the outside!

At the same time, Rachel realized the commotion and firecrackers going on downstairs.

Combining the ‘happiness’ word in the room and Dolores’s words, Rachel’s face went pale.

Could it be…

Were Dolores’s words true?

Realizing this, Rachel became utterly panicked. She pounded on the door and window with both hands, yelling, “Open the door! Open the door!”