The mask finally slipped off the all-American golden boy Monday when a British jury delivered a thunderous guilty verdict that could be heard all the way back to the manicured lawns of Winnetka, Illinois.

Joshua Michals, the 26-year-old privileged film student who flew into London on daddy’s dime to study “cinematography” at the ultra-woke Goldsmiths University, is now officially a convicted murderer. The victim: Zhe Wang, the brilliant 31-year-old Chinese postgraduate who made the fatal mistake of asking for basic sexual responsibility before sleeping with him.

What followed was a masterclass in cold-blooded entitlement that ended with Wang stabbed in the face, strangled until her eyes bled, and left to die alone on her bedroom floor while Michals spent three leisurely hours cleaning up evidence, dumping the murder weapon with the untouched Tesco charcuterie board, and phoning his corporate-executive father in Chicago—not to confess, not to beg for forgiveness, but to get the name of the most expensive defense lawyer money could buy.

Only then, three full hours after he snapped the knife off in her cheek, did he finally dial 999 and murmur the now-infamous line: “There’s been a knife incident… it’s not what it seems.”

Britain’s Old Bailey courtroom erupted when the foreman pronounced the single word “Guilty.” Michals clutched his chest like a bad actor auditioning for an Oscar he’ll never win. His mother let out an animal scream from the public gallery. His father, the same man who had been wiring six-figure sums to London’s top barristers for the past year, stared straight ahead as if someone had just foreclosed on his soul.

Too late. The jury saw right through the tears, the tailored suits, and the carefully rehearsed “she came at me with a knife” sob story. Sixteen hours and thirty-one minutes of deliberation was all it took to brand Joshua Michals what he has always been: a killer.

This wasn’t some random street crime. This was a slow-motion execution born from pure ego. Wang, the quiet, meticulous creative-writing student who meditated every morning and dreamed of earning a PhD to teach the next generation back home, had dared to set a boundary. She wanted to see a recent negative STD test before sex. Michals rolled his eyes, flashed the paperwork, slept with her once, then went right back to his other lovers while dismissing her panic over a tiny red mark on her skin as “dramatic.”

When she texted him that he had “ruined my life” and that “dying would be easier,” any decent human being would have shown concern. Michals showed up with strawberries, salami and a smirk, because nothing says “I care” like a £12 supermarket meat platter.

Inside that Lewisham flat on the night of March 20, 2024, the mask came off completely. Whether Wang ever picked up a knife will forever be disputed, but one thing is undisputed: Joshua Michals plunged a blade into her face with such force that it broke off in her cheek, wrapped his hands around her throat until blood vessels burst in her eyes, then walked away and let her drown in her own blood for up to an hour while he tidied the scene like he was striking a film set.

He bagged the knife, her phone, and the pathetic peace-offering cheese board. He strolled to the communal bins. He ordered an Uber to his luxury Greenwich riverside apartment. And he called home—not 999, not a friend, but daddy—to get the legal cavalry rolling.

That chilling sequence of events, captured on CCTV and phone records destroyed whatever fairy tale the defense tried to spin. The forensic pathologist was blunt: Zhe Wang remained conscious and in agony for thirty to sixty minutes after the attack. She knew she was dying. She died alone. Because the man who claimed to care about her was too busy protecting his own future to save hers.

Goldsmiths University, the same institution that bans clapping to avoid “triggering” students and proudly waves rainbow flags while handing out free condoms like Halloween candy, apparently had zero interest in the escalating distress signals coming from one of its own. No welfare check. No escalation when Wang hinted at suicide. Just silence and virtue-signaling posters.

Now a young woman who crossed an ocean for a better life is going home in a coffin, while the entitled American who killed her faces the rest of his natural life behind British bars.

Sentencing is set for early 2026. Under UK law it can only be one thing: life imprisonment. The only question left is how many decades the judge will make him serve before he’s even allowed to whisper the word “parole.”

As Judge Richard Marks KC told the smirking killer: “You have been convicted on the clearest possible evidence of a brutal and savage murder.”

Back in China, Wang’s parents haven’t left their apartment since the verdict. They released one heartbreaking line through their lawyer: “She came to London full of hope. She will come home in a box.”

Somewhere tonight in a British prison cell, Joshua Michals, the boy who wanted to direct movies, is learning the hardest cut of all: British justice doesn’t care how much daddy’s money can buy. Some scripts can’t be rewritten.

Rest in peace, Zhe Wang. Your life was worth infinitely more than his entire trust fund.