Chapter 395: Eternal Youth, Rejuvenation?_1
When Carson Flores saw Cason Rich again, it was already evening.
After getting his hair cut, taking a bath, and changing into clean clothes, Cason Rich looked somewhat thinner and slightly languid, but he was now a stark contrast to the person who had been chained in the basement.
Carson Flores glanced at Brock Rich standing beside Cason Rich, his gaze turning inevitably odd.
Cason Rich was Brock Rich’s father, and by all accounts, he should be at least twenty years older than Brock, but standing together, Brock, the son, seemed more like Cason’s father.
Carson Flores couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Rich, how old are you this year?"
Cason Rich answered with a smile, "Eighty-six."
Carson Flores was shocked.
Cason Rich, at eighty-six, appeared to be only in his forties, the very image of a middle-aged man, with tight skin and a healthy complexion, his hair still dark without a strand of white. On the other hand, Brock Rich, in his sixties, was already thinning on top with streaks of grey, looking much older by comparison.
Rejuvenation indeed!